by BZ Niditch
Beggar sky,
no death
awakes the night wind
on your absence
or undiscovered ash
may silence
a solitude of words
along the unsettled sea
your shadows glimpse
the foaming cities
ripe constellations
wave to the anchorite
and you. Walt Whitman
your nearby voice
reverberates on leave
its democratic ode.
BZ Niditch publishes in the underground press, in Spare Change, Poem, Scorpio zine, Pemmican, Vein, Spillway, Presa. His latest poetry collection is Lorca at Sevilla,(March St Press).
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