Natural Tuning Green Dusk for Dreams
Nothing exciting ever happens here because
I fear I’m dead when I close my closed eyes
As one who may have acquired a new way
Of dying, yet—as my eyes are finally pried
Open for others to see what the matter is—
I am alone dreaming of you unable to wake
Up, and the parts of the lost life we found
Are not lost forever—there’s also nothing
Left of the familiar, just a corpse washed
In the community pool dark and clogged
With autumn leaves—the fire that is not
Put out is a fire lit by the sun and moon—
Birth is now one season of a single moment,
Pronounced in the way of an elliptical song.
Aaron Fagan‘s work has appeared in The London Magazine several times in the past, and he was a second place winner for the 2016 Poetry Prize. Recent work has appeared, or is due to appear, in Bennington Review, Changes Review, Granta, Harper’s, Liberties, and The New Republic. His latest collection is A Better Place Is Hard to Find (The Song Cave, 2020).
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