Closed Gentian Distances in  General   

A nothing day full of
wild beauty and the
timer pings. Roll up
the silver off the bay
take down the clouds
sort the spruce and
send to laundry marked,
more starch. Goodbye
golden- and silver-
rod, asters, bayberry
crisp in elegance.
Little fish stream
by, a river in water.

By James Schuyler

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Other poems by James Schuyler:

• Closed Gentian Distances
• Korean Mums
• October
• Salute
• Sunday