Thursday, November 19, 2009

In This Lace Orchard

With you I learned to live in bed
& mirror, resting this gift
this salt & water: body
against your own
more drunk than fragile

& knew all roads were glass
& our grave nights reversal
since all comes back at last
silk of the turned apple leaf
hollow of finches

so I hold out my hands: noon
& I stand in my shadow
in this country of blown leaves, desire
in this lace orchard
where you are the light

(this was a kayak poem--that is, printed in that odd and lovely magazine edited by George Hitchcock back in the day)

1 Comments:

At November 22, 2009 12:31 PM , Blogger Lucy said...

'silk of the turned apple leaf
hollow of finches'

that makes me smile and shiver...

 

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