Dan Bellm


redeemable, forgiven, blessed,
by what right—only by

	to have done
enough, to have done what is right,
or not—

emptied out
to make room for the unasked for,
that the soul might live—

red poppies still bowed down
on narrowest curving stems
after the rain has passed,

still staring 
at the darkened ground,
heedless of the light they wear—