franz wright | p.s.

Poetry Dispatch No. 137 | December 10, 2006

P.S. by Franz Wright

I close my eyes and see
a seagull in the desert
high, against unbearably blue sky.

There is hope in the past.

I’m writing to you
all the time, I am writing

with both hands,
day and night.

from WALKING TO MARTHA’S VINEYARD, Knopf, 2004