IN MUNICH 33 YEARS AGO, AND NOW HERE
Like an emotion in search of greater permanence,
February rain turns to snow,
which, as the hours pass, piles up
on mailbox posts and tulip poplar branches,
a forgetfulness so deep that, when night arrives,
snow and darkness, knowing nothing
of identity, merge,
silences inside a silence engulfed by other silences,
or so we think, or maybe donít,
on this night so cold that walking the icy streets is impossible,
although traveling from one heart to another
is manageable if we try.
Robert Bohm is a poet and culture writer. He was born in Queens, New York. His 2007 Uz Um War Moan Ode is available from Pudding House Press. Other credits include two other books, a chapbook and work published in a variety of print and online publications. More information on Bohm's work can be found at his blog, Lethal Injections for the Conditioned Mind, and his website, Unburials: The Writer as Graverobber. Click here for a selection of online publications from the last few years.