lost contingencies
Two poems in the June issue of Flutter
Leaving the Next Time
By peering out at sky bruised violet
you hope to trace the lost contingencies.
Weather curdles in the massed clouds.
It could have been you who will travel....
Breath
Near the end, she spoke as if waking from a dream
to common light,
her fingers on the bedclothes
untying words to loose like petals of fog....
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1 comments:
I enjoyed both poems, James. Especially "Breath".
I agree with you on how Meredith in not as appreciated as his work merits. Sad to see him go.
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