Transformation
There’s tender alchemy to a warm night:
You search for meanings that you never touch
while fireworks battle your soft inner eyes.
Then stars transmit power and your old mind
blazes. You linger outside, question life,
quoting long lost books. Memory’s a knife—
quick, sharp. Open the frayed almanac. Find
out how far money went and just how dry
this land once was. It’s all subtle. Much
stays left unsaid, Your mind glows with new light.
Mark J. Mitchell has been a working poet for 50 years. He’s the author of five full-length collections, and six chapbooks. His latest collection is Something To Be from Pski’s Porch Publishing. A Novel, A Book of Lost Songs will be published in March by Hstria Books. He’s fond of baseball, Louis Aragon, Dante, and his wife, activist Joan Juster. He lives in San Francisco where he points out pretty things.y things.
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