Letters from the North Star - Kevin Young

[Larry Robinson]

Letters from the North Star


Dear you: the lights here ask 
nothing, the white falling 
around my letters silent, 
unstoppable. I am writing this 
from the empty stomach of sleep 

where nothing but the cold 
wonders where you’re headed; 
nobody here peels heads sour 
and cheap as lemon, and only 
the car sings AM the whole 

night through. In the city, 
I have seen children half- 
bitten by wind. Even trains 
arrive without a soul 
to greet them; things do 

not need me here, this world 
dances on its own. Only bridges 
beg for me to make them 
famous, to learn what I had 
almost forgotten of flying, 

of soaring free, south, 
down. So long. Xs, Os.

	- Kevin Young

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