Poems November 2004

Missing it

The thing about the old one about
The tree in the forest and nobodys around
And how it falls maybe with a sound,
Maybe not, is you throw the part out
About what there isnt or there is,
And the part of it that haunts is still there.
Still there in that the happening, the clear
Crashing there, still encompasses
Everyone condemned to missing it
By being out of the immediate
Vicinity. Out of it the way
Youre out of all vicinities but one
All the timeexcepting when youve gone
Out of all vicinities to stay.

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Dan Brown’s Subjects in Poetry is forthcoming this November from lsu Press.

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