Thirteen look out be well do that at least for whatever has hap- pened Thy no longer shall glimpse things great- er you say you aren’t safe well, no you’re not for- get your aims, your other loves no one can know what thought was for what adva- ntage it gave when time was young & speech a distant dream back on earth
Copyright © 2017 by Brent Cunningham. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 7, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.