An away of practice the other is Like a river out of acts the other is Hapless, unheard, with marks upon him Having dallied in tarrying unwisely Backlit at an undecidable remove In a house of marks the other is Useless deciding whether to go Or wait in best practices like a child A hapless river filled with sand For years it flows like unmarked rope Years of saying as it moves away Are the undecided water others bring Like the child of acts the other is Saying to himself the other is A hapless river practicing its flow A house that moves to where one was With all years off the water goes The lights are on so the dark is out Like the useless children others are A certain building dream within A part of speech without a name
From Metropole, published by University of California. Copyright © 2011 by Geoffrey G. O'Brien. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.