Penelope

I wait, and seek a refuge in
       the filaments
Of language – elements worn thin
       that still prevent

The mind’s own vanishing. Each night
       unravels day,
Each morning, newly woven light
       begins to fray,

And yet the shell remains a source
       of purple stain,
And rowers bend against their course
       in some dark rain.

 

 

 





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Jared Carter’s forthcoming book of poems is A Dance in the Street, available in the fall of 2012 from Wind Publications in Kentucky. Wind published his previous collection, Cross this Bridge at a Walk, in 2006. His work has appeared in Poetry, The New Yorker, TriQuarterly, Iowa Review, Hudson Review The Dark Horse, Prairie Schooner, and Kenyon Review. Addi­tional poems and sto­ries may be found on his web site at www.jaredcarter.com.