let late november

barely warm coals die 
in thick ash, let them

sun warms my death pose
on the couch, grinning

lush green geranium
settles into light, low

lifts one bloom
to a large smeared window

2020

2 Responses to “let late november”

  1. Eduardo Rey Brummel says:

    Of course, this brings Kenyon’s, Let Evening Come, to mind.

    https://poets.org/poem/let-evening-come

    “sun warms my death pose/on the couch, grinning” Another Bönpo-em?

  2. wordweed says:

    Thanks for passing on the Kenyon. I read several more of her poems at poets.org, and am grateful for her clear eye this morning, and for you.

    And, yes, you are right, this belongs in the Bönpo-em family! I’ll add the tag…

    much love to you, E

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