From P.F.S. Post

9/1/07
to Helene

There’s a green dustcover over every place
that seems worth going back to, piled
by thinking, candy-apple tart.
You’ve just begun your trip around
the map of where you are when some
remembered patchwork drops on top of it,
catching every hook with an eye
that glances homeward. Don’t tell us how
you’ve always wanted this to be
your starring role. Cast
off your energetic plush
and wrap one callback finger
around each ornament.
That’s when you’ll really know
how wishes rise like buried
grains of rice or bread-loaf,
juttings into marked-off space,
nodding spring-loaded heads along
to this defeated beat.

© Timothy Yu 2007