June 10, 2007


Like the bleached fibers and their haunted ink,
interpenetrate each others’ solitudes,

not penetrating, not dissolving; stay
rolled with the single patterns of the days,

linking through pages to burn with speaking lace
and thread to bodies, evenly alive.

—Annie Finch
from CALENDARS (Tupelo Press, 2003)

Posted by dwaber at June 10, 2007 02:32 PM