John YauRussian Letter (3)
Dear Painter of Clouds What proof will there be after the shopkeeper sweeps our dust into the gutter And yet these moments are not anyone's banner, not something to be waved in the wind sent aloft a kite in the shape of a fish vigorous sail above a winter beach where we sit and watch and walk always back to our separate rooms in the city The fast full sky is not where we are swimming if we are swimming at all Dear Syllables Retrieved from the Rain Dear Wind Alone with Your Song
John Yau is currently working on a book of essays that will be published by the University of Michigan Press. Poems are forthcoming in the Denver Quarterly and Seneca Review. He teaches in Baltimore.
