American Poetry

No voices for miles around.

A glint caught my eye nonetheless.

A pair of child’s sandals.

Left at the foot of an abandoned well.

A rope thrown down.

Any tug at all comes as a surprise.

TIMOTHY LIU is cooling his academic jets. He will start up again in the Fall when he joins the faculty at SUNY New Paltz. In the meantime he’ll be mostly staying put. Or driving around. Or giving I-Ching and tarot readings at the Omega Institute.

If you enjoyed this poem, check out Timothy Liu’s latest book, Let it Ride, out now from Saturnalia Books.

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