1. Ledge
No use telling
the dead what
you’ve learned since
they’ve learnt it too—
how to go on
without you, the mercy
of morning, or moving,
the light that persists
even if.
✶
Beauty is as beauty
does, my mother says,
who is beautiful & speaks
loud so she can be understood
unlike poets who can’t
talk to save their lives
so they write.
✶
It’s like a language,
loss—
can be
learned only
by living—there—
✶
What anchors us
to this thirst
& earth, its threats
& thinnesses—
its ways of waning
& making the most of—
of worse & much
worse—if not
this light lifting
up over the ridge
Kevin Young
2. My #2 son lifts me :)
3. On the benefits of Beauty...
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