This heart – that when it stops, will be
Of rhythms fled (a threnody
that in a room
Of silence can no longer sound) –
will still tick on
Among these stanzas. Underground,
since what is gone
Hopes to return, a pulse, once mine,
will then rehearse,
For you, old passions in these lines
exhumed as verse.
- 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.