Ryan Van Winkle
Summer Nights, Walking
Language: english
Translations:
bulgarian (Летни нощи, Вървейки), french (Nuits d’été en marche), latvian (Vasaras naktis. Klīstot), georgian ( ზაფხულის ღამეები, სეირნობა) Summer Nights, Walking
a world quiet as black
and white and warm
as an ironed collar. So,
I want to say sorry
for forgetting to hang
my shirt where my shirt belonged.
You could say I learned something
in the drain of this year,
in coffee grounds, stems
of basil and Chernobyl spewing
all over the radio. That city too
quiet in the summer, full of shadows paused
on garage doors. And tonight I stumbled
into a photo of trees felled in an eye,
all trunk and splinter
the way your spine dimpled
where it forked. So, I am sorry
for forgetting how love is, how supple
trees bend, how hard hearts break,
how the wind, the snow, the evacuated
rock and chaos.
