there's something to be said about throwing it in the ditch in a town of ropes // last nite i dreamt of NOLA, woke to desert cold to touch thus a writing day

Detail of the Hayfield
by Richard Siken
I followed myself for a long while, deep into the field. Two heads full of garbage. Our scope was larger than I realized, which only made me that much more responsible. Yellow, yellow, gold, and ocher. We stopped. We held the field. We stood very still. Everyone needs a place. You need it for the moment you need it, then you bless it— thank you soup, thank you flashlight— and move on. Who does this? No one.
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Copyright © 2013 by Richard Siken. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared inPoem-A-Day on February 8, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.