Sunday
Sep092012

Poem Beginning with "Let"

Allison Leigh


 

I lied. I'm tired
of being told what to let.
All that letting in,
each & every letting happen.
Let it go, let it be,
let the tower in your city burn.
Let no one tell you what to let
& often things will let themselves.
It's true that few who
say let me in actually
get let in. Let yourself
get loved or handsome first.
Go let yourself some coffee.
Let yourself a song
or a bath in the bay
or get let a baby. Better
yet, let the ether up there,
the soft & the brilliant,
invisible, crystalline.
Let your first face.
Let place.
Let the up there.