Lewisburg and Other Poems


Longing, we say, because desire is full / of endless distances.
                                                                        —Robert Hass

Driving down a highway in August, saving for later
the right word for now,                         desire whittled me
a tool I’d never seen before
                but knew how to use almost immediately.

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