Peter Yovu
Curtains Blowing In
I find it useful, when I come to the table where I write, to get some distance from myself, to imagine someone at his table, getting ready to write.
He is not imagining me.
What a marvellous thing that is for him—I do not exist!
To be free of me, what can that mean? Is it like a movie being free of the machine that projects it?
I don’t have the answer. I imagine he is the one who does.
streetlights at dawn
the man in a blue suit’s
lingering cologne
About the Author
Peter Yovu grew up on Staten Island and has lived in Vermont since 1967. His latest book, shine shadow (Red Moon Press, 2024), features haiku, haibun, and longer poems.
Unforgettably voiced haibun. The terror of Willie Loman nearing the void, the invisibility, too much meaning, not enough, what is it anyway? what a journey, and passage, and still sensate. Thanks, Donna Fleischer