Jeffrey Wainwright

2 Poems

Disillusionment

rain glints on the copper beech

standard cirrus motionless above

 

that will do –

the poem has been here

or hereabouts

many times

and what does it do

with its words?

where does it take us to?

 

are these rain glints

the very ones I think I saw?

 

disillusionment can fall

at any hour

nine eleven or twelve

just as words do

in or out of poems

 

remorseless

their pitter-patter

 

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