Chase Twichell

(1950 / Connecticut / United States)

To The Reader: Twilight - Poem by Chase Twichell

Whenever I look
out at the snowy
mountains at this hour
and speak directly
into the ear of the sky,
it's you I'm thinking of.
You're like the spirits
the children invent
to inhabit the stuffed horse
and the doll.
I don't know who hears me.
I don't know who speaks
when the horse speaks.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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