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Joseph Fasano: The Figure

You sit at a window and listen to your father
crossing the dark grasses of the fields

toward you, a moon soaking through his shoes as he shuffles the wind
aside, the night in his hands like an empty bridle.

How long have we been this way, you ask him.
It must be ages, the wind answers. It must be the music of the wind

turning your fingers to glass, turning the furniture of childhood
to the colors of horses, turning them away.

Your father is still crossing the acres, a light on his tongue
like a small coin from an empire that has always been ruined.

Now the dark flocks are drifting through his shoulders
with an odor of lavender, an odor of gold. Now he has turned

as though to go, but only knelt down with the heavy oars
of October on his forearms, to begin the horrible rowing.

You sit in a chair in the room. The wind lies open
on your lap like the score of a life you did not measure.

You rise. You turn back to the room and repeat what you know:
The earth is not a home. The night is not an empty bridle

in the hands of a man crossing a field with a new moon
in his old wool. We abandon the dead. We abandon them.

--

Joseph Fasano is the author of three collections of poems, Vincent
(Cider Press Review 2015), Inheritance (Cider Press Review, 2014),
and Fugue for Other Hands (Cider Press Review, 2013), winner of 
the Cider Press Review Book Award.
 
Copyright © 2013 by Joseph Fasano. 
Used with permission of the author. 
This poem was published by The Academy of American Poets 
and Cider Press Review.

Joseph Fasano

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