While signs proclaim the madness of the king,
the world spells its name in summary
summer of woes
and nature’s worldly
face: how fledglings enter seasons rich
with song, first notes the ear has
never heard or failed to hear: We found you,
world, when we were new, and you were
snow on roof, black branch of unfilled space,
absence to which we lent a listening ear.
Days painted green within a globe
that also holds the song. Only amber
colors world’s past display of how we
lived before the map was red with death:
eyes peer out from story’s unknown end.
Maxine Chernoff is the author of 17 poetry collections, most recently “Under the Music: Collected Prose Poems.” Former chair of Creative Writing at San Francisco State University, she is an NEA Fellow, a winner of the PEN Translation Award, and a former visiting writer at the American Academy in Rome.
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