FEATHERED LETTERS CROSSING WATER

Post Card to Paul Kingsworth

From Yakima, After reading Savage Gods

Two books, three readers. Salty

ones, older than Yeats

in the schoolroom, underlining

what they, too, consider

savage, they too, restless

in divine mix. One,

the jeweler, at the time

halfway through Horizon,

Lopez—he’s at Pearl Harbor

With his grandson, silent.

Sacred Hoop work. Barry’s

Copy driven by his find,

What he sees in you, writ large.

Barry’s a poet, writing fiction.

The jeweler sculptures the night sky.

Me? I love best your take

On Kavanagh, read through

The night. I’ve just written

To another there, Glenn Jordan,

Who I heard here, Crooked Shore.

Jordan knows borders, crossings,

Your generation, like you,

Beyond time and place.

All best, Jim

Sometime in October, 2019