September 02, 2008



                meanwhile a given fall          sheer challis    


                                in red waver                    as day goes            


                slant in vowels


                said            and tall-backed chairs                  


                a walled opacity        weak-windowed at


                the hour of him         pale and bluish under


                all and wrapped         in weeds                the smell of


                                        graves on him and thick water


                the rest                night-cleft             torn            that other


                door a rift


                where are the nouns      she asked      and all the words for clouds


                then she turned toward the red division blurred as if chalked


                                —horizon marking muddled dusk


                        from footfall written


—Sharon Osmond

Posted by dwaber at 06:02 PM