Tuesday, August 17, 2004

NEW! Sarah Lang poems

Sarah Lang


But here, light begins as water rising

to break as a body falls. A chinook
over patched ground. You are

as a ghost, a stray hair stilled
in photograph already gone. How

to remember
and in what hue.


if whether this fell
if pin, gardens
if laugh's forgiving satin
if neat passes
if neat, bone
if feel and choice to
if of parts
will better
if better a tactile
if angled in a way
is a home is a spring
in health

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