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 itā€”
thank you soup, thank you flashlightā€”

and move on. Who does this? No one.



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Copyright Ā© 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.

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