PHOTO: Brad Wilson, "A Barn Owl" (2015) / POEM: "Later"
Later Later, says the soul. Always later. Later than time allows. When the owl sings in the daytime. I could tell you about roses. Let me get dressed. How the wind comes off the sea. How the rain comes later. A bottle of wine. Let me get dressed. A bottle of wine. An owl weighs more than the soul.