This is regret: or a ferret. Snuffling,
As the end of day shuffles down
an unstable contrition is born.
Where newborn pieties spark and strike
burnt into a dent of snow. A cloth to keep me
Why does the maker keep me awake?
|From The Mending Warm by Joan Houlihan © 2006. Reprinted by permission from New Issues Poetry & Prose.|