“Roadside Grave: Winter, Mass” by Franz Wright:
In the white is a name.
In the three worlds
it stands. Wind
sounds, a world of one
color.
Name spoken,
once,
across a darkening field;
name being stitched,
very small, in white thread
in white cloth.
(From F/poems © 2013 by Franz Wright. Reprinted by kind permission of Alfred A. Knopf. Photo by Flickr user halfrain)
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