Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue One

Adam Penna

from Lyrics to Genji


Genji, I am sorry for you.
I live in a house.
When the wind blows
through the house, I know.
But you have to go on guessing.
When you come in
the answer has just left.
When you go out again,
the answer lies in my book.
When, when, when, Genji?
I am waiting for you to come.
My hands, this time, knead
earnest bread. It rises now
in a cool, dark place. It asks
like a hermit to be left alone.
Then, it does invisible work.