LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
There was a vacant seat in the open-air theater where
we had gathered;
the city was in danger, we had no time, we had to decide
“who are we waiting for?” one asked the other, showing
the vacant seat;
the day passed noisily, with angry exchanges, voting
and every so often “who are we waiting for” they asked,
until, suddenly, a leaf fell off a tree
and after it made a circle in the air, over the human noise,
it came and landed on the vacant seat.
Perhaps it meant something more important.