Let Us Put On The Blue Poem by Warren Falcon

for Franz Wright


Let us put on the blue
whose voice is this -

the bird, slight, brown,
down on the planks

pecking between them
hoping darkness yields


Whose is it, the dark
thing beneath or be-

tween the mean streak
of the conquering beam,

the sudden sun not
blundering but purpose

full, not dull as the day
is or was until the bird

blinks up and darts
unconfused by wings

knowing, fly, fly now

light is here

and terrible