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Still writing, not posting much.



"A poem is like a human face — it is at the same time an object that can be measured, catalogued, described, and also an appeal. You may hear an appeal or ignore it, but it's difficult simply to limit yourself to checking it with a tape measure."
~Adam Zagajewski






Lesson in Perspective


The cat creates world
with a paw's touch, with a stroke of whiskers,
intricate parallels like a lesson in perspective
where no lines meet.

The colours are those a cat can see,
the many greys and sepias of shade,
the sun's glossolalia on blades of grass
quivering in the slightest breeze.

After warbler and nuthatch,
after thrush, chickadee, and finch,
the cat makes mouse, bumblebee, and spider,
then the dragonfly that beats
on the rilled roof of his mouth,
a word with wings.

The cat makes words with fangs, too,
with hooves, fins, and tusks.
At dusk he says a word that moves
so lightly across the mind
it must be a small, nectar-sipping moth,
feet of such delicate design
it walks on petals and leaves no bruise.



~ Lorna Crozier






Camera


I imagine sometimes
me and her are standing on our heads
(after drinking pink champagne
on a Left Bank pavement)
to mock the opulence
of Versailles
or
upside down on the Bridge of Sighs
hanging over the parapet
by our feet
(she might say)
“I have the perfect
perspective from here!
Hold me by the ankles
my brother,
swing me a little back and forth
cling to the edge by your toes
while I click click
snap snap whirr:
the world is a string
of paper dolls
through these ogees
pierced in the masonry
you should see, you shall see
the view
that I can see.





~ S. DeBracey