Echo to Narcissus, No. 2

Echo to Narcissus, No. 2


I am the rain
That falls with the unique imprecision
Of a this - worldly mystic's conversation
With a space through which a goldfinch has flown.
I am the rain
That unties the blindfold
Tied on by the memorized streets
Of your childhood.
Turn around.


Duane Locke

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