poem #60

desire
 
DESIRE HAS NO OBJECT
 
Desire has no object,
As in fall the maple’s leaf
Is borne unto the breeze
And sent away, a flicker
Across the open fields.
 
You that I am wanting,
I live now in a foreign city,
Where the days are empty streets
And the nights an endless boulevard,
And I cannot possibly know
Anymore where to turn or
Just what it is
That I ever really wanted.
 
– Matthew Saks
 
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