P.S.

I close my eyes and see

a seagull in the desert

high, against unbearably blue sky.

There is hope in the past.

I’m writing to you

all the time, I am writing

with both hands,

day and night.

This poem appeared in Walking to Martha's Vineyard by Franz Wright, published by Knopf, 2003.

10.09.2026

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