“Lent” by William Cordeiro

When to enter any weather
other than this room’s
on nights you have not left

off thinking of, I ask,
and every answer leaves me
day-blind as if it’s over-

cast, a mood I’ve not cast
out. The Chinese elms as full
of bees as light and winter

down the empty throat,
the vases dry of flowers.
Motes sifting over brume

are simply all dull hours
fast between the pale of colors
till some colder noon returns.

Will Cordeiro pictureWill Cordeiro’s recent creative work appears or is forthcoming in A Clean Well-Lighted PlaceburntdistrictCortland ReviewCutBank online, Drunken BoatFiction Southeast, PhoebePotomac Reviewand elsewhere. He is grateful for residencies from ART 342, Blue Mountain Center, Ora Lerman Trust, and Petrified Forest National Park. He lives in Flagstaff, AZ, where he is a faculty member in the Honors Program at Northern Arizona University.

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This entry was posted in Poetry on March 11, 2015