Summer 1991 • Vol. XIII No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 1991 |

To Justice

When will you come The days are long the nightsdamp and quick but many I am leavingthe light for you my traveler Where are you lodging tonight What stranger's forkand cup and sheets press against you The rumors that you were seen in the east have come tonothing Can you not send a letter Without you the hours will not balance The summer bites and the winter snows course through the streets and flood the low housesOur neighbors' faces are battlementsbut perhaps for you we have lost this name We hunt each other underground hold our celebrations in locked chambers sleep uncovered in the rain The children no longer know your name or your featuresTo the youngest you are as near as what hides under grave-markers They have not known what it is to live with you my elusive my empty-the-plazas my stay-awayHow will I recognize your counterfeit Does the place where your foot meets the earth still keep the same imprint Has your blindness become more burden than gift Will you remember the way Will

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