The ending is not always simple:
one day you wake to sunlight,
the next day you go berserk.
Please, do be a stranger.
Vanish into closure.
Know these branches hacked away,
the house of those left behind,
poems flushed to the fireplace.
This is the view from a window,
salt stained, sun scarred, ash singed.
| Copyright © 2019 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
About as multi-pointing, hinting, suggesting, not disclosing as a comparably short poem can be, so sure-seeming in its authoritative tone, encouraging the reader to read again, challenging her or him (or it, if it’s an Ian McEwan robot) to imagine meanings, invent personal ones, try to relate them to that “fire in the study.”
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