Tuesday, August 17, 2004

NEW! Sarah Lang poems

Sarah Lang

TWO POEMS

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
sheen
if neat passes
if neat, bone
if feel and choice to
if of parts
will better
if better a tactile
grouping
if angled in a way
is a home is a spring
in health

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