Scott Simpson · Poetry

Yesterday

Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 120

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Yesterday

has him

on his knees

sun rising

beyond Spearfish peak.

Between,

a canyon yawns

pink granite blue spruce

slate shadows.

Tomorrow…, he says

blurring his vision against the

canyon walls until the day

is a wash,

fading and running

blending

Tomorrow I leave.

And gentle clouds

huge, white

empty

troll so easily by

he no longer brings anything into focus.