Evening Will Come: A Monthly Journal of Poetics (Tribute to Tomaž Šalamun—Issue 50, February 2015)

Meg Hurtado Bloom
Harmonious, he arose and went to buy milk

He taught me nothing is larger

than life, because life

is exactly the right size.

He taught me not to bury

treasure – just leave it

locked in a barn

at the edge of a clearing

vast enough for landing craft.

He said, Leave your treasure

and let it make friends

with the ghosts of horses

and stiff flaxen curls of long wet rope.