Wednesday, April 13, 2011

On The Other End Of Eight / new poems 2011

Color Wheel Collapsing (for Rachel)

She stood there transfixed by the droning, ephemeral,
color wheel collapsing sunset beyond the pane
colliding against perspective - the horizon -
her hands outstretched, overhead
into the abstract arc of a diver,
toes curled with force,
poised to plunge
out a window
and into

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