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01.21.09
Last Man
The hawthorn is God’s hat
And patterns in the marble
Swarm like bees

The world as I knew it would
Saunters out of the sexpool and lilacs
It begins to walk away

Little clodhopper
Crab-apple numb with cold
Go quickly and take the buttercup
Keep pace with the sweet earth I cannot keep

I did not think the end would fall in the middle way
But I am happy now
That now is the hour
Even burrowing animals become creatures of the air 

Donald Revell has written more than twelve books of poetry, translations, and essays, including Drought-Adapted Vine (Alice James) and From Abandoned Cities (Harper Colophon). His awards include two Pushcart Prizes and the Gertrude Stein Award in Innovative American Poetry, and a fellowship from the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation.​