Love is not the last corridor

                after Yehuda Amichai

Inherent in the world
there are the slatted Venetian blinds
in the shut houses,
the corridors that lead into the yard
where the throats of birds
vibrate passionately.
Whether we are worthy or not,
love cannot be the last thing
we take or lose.
The tufted titmouse seems
fascinated by sunrise—
the paws of the sun
creeping over the earth
like a young golden lion.


Linda Benninghoff grew up on Long Island and attended Johns Hopkins University where she majored in English. She has recently published poetry in Aleola, Lodestone, and The Wallace Stevens Journal.


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