(in The Darkest Corner) Poem by Jonathan Land
(in The Darkest Corner)
In the darkest corner
of yesterday's face
the child sits
frozen with fear
hoping.
The child's face
forever untouched by the ash-white
hand of time,
will never show corners for me
to hide in.
In his face
once my own, I keep forgetting,
the are only marble-clean
unwrinkled and unwithered
stretches of skin
upon which to stand and ache
in plain view.
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