Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Mistake the Sparks for Stars

“Are we so like that wayward spark/ That wanders upward in the dark?”

They call Mahler’s Ninth
His farewell to the world, which
Elides that he was working
On another when he died.

We’re always working
On something, and it’s always
A form of goodbye.

What else could it mean
To compose something
You intend to leave behind?

When I was fifteen, I wrote
“Sonnet for a Spark,”
Long lost now, except one line,
My original farewell.

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