Produced by Maine Poetry Central and Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Jay Franzel of Wayne, Maine. His most recent book is “Walking Track,” published by Moon Pie Press
For Russell Libby
By Jay Franzel
Life’s a long sleep
the Haiku masters wrote.
We dream till Death wakes us.
This world’s a coffin
say Sufi poets.
Till Death pries the lid, we’re locked in.
When I walk I won’t say
I wake, wear wings,
am wise, have words or even know the way.
Passing black November branches,
the light a dove-like gray,
bird-song in the swale, grief is held at bay.
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