Donald Revell



I will never see Mexico.
I’m staying with you.

The planet’s warmer today,
And when I look away

The hare hares. The empty
Galaxy of his good eye

Overflows with talons.
See me. I am one

More flower.
Mexico is barely an hour

South by airplane.
I’ll stay.

How would you ever breathe your last breath
Without these little wings of our death?

© 2008 Electronic Poetry Review