Matter of Fact
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I wanted to create the ocean, the sky,
the intricate structure of a leafand thought by now
I’d have come close.
What joy I have in knowing
creation of that sort
doesn’t exist.
The world has little
use for me.
Its glare blinds.
How glad I am
for the orbit I inhabit.
A planet to the sun.
From A Million in Prizes by Justin Marks, 2009
New
Issues Poetry & Prose, Western Michigan University, Dept. of English,
1903 W. Michigan Ave., Kalamazoo, MI 49008-5331
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