Sunday, April 30, 2006


still breath across the vastness of some sugar-moss coated green river running past the inner eye of a man. hanuches spanning the blank expressions his neglected reflect. she wonders where the advantage lies. while feet of bears pace the composition of euphony and tragedy remarkable. the reunion was sprinting. she understood better. like tree bark his lips curled as he bled. mother's rug. the silken skin of a man in winter.


hardyf said...

that last line is so fine. sugar moss and bears' feet...great. the poem has such good concrete images it distracts me from words like wonder and while and understood and better.
good as a last read before bed, no doubt.

katy said...

thank you hardy!

arch.memory said...

Hmm, your voice is definitely changing... Yes, the last line is spectacular!