It’s time once again for Late Night Poetry here at The Skinny (our motto: you’ll sleep after you eat all that turkey later this month).
Something about this called to me. The reluctance, I think. The surprise when emotion comes from you at something you didn’t think could tug on your heartstrings. “I didn’t know I was grateful”. Way to go, Bruce.
by Bruce Weigl
I didn't know I was grateful for such late-autumn bent-up cornfields yellow in the after-harvest sun before the cold plow turns it all over into never. I didn't know I would enter this music that translates the world back into dirt fields that have always called to me as if I were a thing come from the dirt, like a tuber, or like a needful boy. End Lonely days, I believe. End the exiled and unraveling strangeness.
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