janet smith
INVOCATION
Light, feed my eyes
until the steel of the mind
catches day's ordinary fire.
I still don't know
how to live inside
the silent crush
my life has borrowed.
I'll return the thing
I traded for this hour.
Give me less concrete,
more river.
Light, feed my eyes
until the steel of the mind
catches day's ordinary fire.
I still don't know
how to live inside
the silent crush
my life has borrowed.
I'll return the thing
I traded for this hour.
Give me less concrete,
more river.
Honorable Mention - Eastern Iowa Review Poetry Prize