Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards

(Excerpt)

Ah, I wasted my days

                                  searching for my life.

Until slowly they all turn silent and only the ruined

floor creaked inauspiciously while I think of the deserted

          roads along which the vanished years

the school desks rotted under the old awnings and the clock

          on the side table

ticked like a wound; but why things we have forgotten

          tire us now

while the moon, in the night sky, peeks softly from

           behind the clouds

lighting the pale hands of children who will soon die

           and the dreams of the crazy

who are perhaps immortal at the moment you open

           a window as if you solve a riddle

or you open a door to summarize a life.

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