February 22nd, 2017

poetry, exceptindreams

Letters from the North Star | Kevin Young

“Letters from the North Star”
Kevin Young

Dear you: the lights here ask
nothing, the white falling
around my letters silent,
unstoppable. I am writing this
from the empty stomach of sleep
where nothing but the cold
wonders where you’re headed;
nobody here peels heads sour
and cheap as lemon, and only
the car sings AM the whole
night through. In the city,
I have seen children half-
bitten by wind. Even trains
arrive without a soul
to greet them; things do
not need me here, this world
dances on its own. Only bridges
beg for me to make them
famous, to learn what I had
almost forgotten of flying,
of soaring free, south,
down. So long. Xs, Os.