Little Elegy Poem By Keith Althaus

Little Elegy Poem By Keith Althaus

Even the stars wear out.
Their great engines fail.
The unapproachable roar
and heat subside.
And wind blows across
the hole in the sky
with a noise like a boy
playing on an empty bottle.
It is an owl, or a train.
You hear it underground.
Where the worms live
that can be cut in half
and start over
again and again.
Their heart must be
in two places at once, like mine.

Keith Althaus
first published in Grand Street

Little Elegy Poem By Keith Althaus

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