Stephen Dobyns

A little excerpt from the poem ‘The Ways of Keys’, from his book Velocities:

I have become an absence
and my name slides from the vacancies.
I have left my tongue and small list
of essential words in a locker at a station
surrounded by the old and poor
staring into their hands.

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