|Wichita poet Michael Poage listens to Thomas Zvi Wilson|
The Winter Dream
is what we must imagine:
Whoever you are, night at last
In that dark vastness,
every electric bulb that's glimpsed
through farmhouse window
is a likely star soon to burn out.
From there the roads go
nowhere, or slam into a wall
that refuses what we must imagine:
only seamless night.
For biographical information and another poem: http://deniselow.blogspot.com/2008/04/ad-astra-poetry-project-14-thomas-zvi.html