a sun too small to see

After Trakl


When weather gives permission to forget

When the outline of the field reels like a flame and folds in 

When the mountains rust into a past-tense sky; 

        horizon dim as memory

When October gloam corrals in an alley and I sift it for a phrase 

        to contain night, to cloak the mind quiet 

When voices overwhelm the dark overwhelming the room

When all I’ll know of summer, soon, is a tone gone hollow

        —a sun too small to see