Saturday, June 5, 2021

To Itself

If you are a reader, Stranger
(If we’ve ever stranger readers),

We suggest you head down the Trail
Of Wandering Signs. Cross the Bridge

Off the Rim of the World to that
Dragon of Days. Intendami

Chi pò, ch’i’ m’intend’io. Just go.
He’s dead now, that poet, like most.

The trail wanders off by itself
And gets just as lost in the woods

As you would, the bridge burnt behind,
The dragon lost in all that smoke.

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