January Poems, No. 41

JANUARY POEMS, NO. 41

Why do we die again and again?
We die
Because our house
Put a period
At the end of the spontaneous sentence
It had written on the sky.

We die
Because we see the hours as numbers,
And not
As dancers
With long, black Chinese hair.

We die
Because we imagine ourselves a circle,
And not a triangle
With an acute angle.


Duane Locke

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