RACHEL MORITZ

 


[BIRDS WEEDED IN THE INTERVAL]

 

Birds weeded in the interval of days

they traveled green refuge maps the south
empty at its center


We had been given something incomplete

union of our bodies so on days mine might conceive

you noticed me beside several rocking chairs and tables
covered with blue cloth


In those days I went to work on my geography, a sound
from wind in trees like rushing water

with scant description, the bark
collaring sun

as our little event continued to widen

 

 

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[LITTLE GREEN PLANTS HELD ONTO EARTH]

 

Little green plants held onto earth
that dark presence nearer than we know or like to imagine

As when I began to film the wild flowers
up close, my hands induced a terrible shaking

My hands leaking white on clothes
held to my thighs--unmade, ungathered

and dangerous to be secure

Just a few owned flowers and the mind
who is constantly dissolving

That imagined space I thought while walking

beyond the flowerbed, could it be held inside
even as I shifted form?

 


TYPO 13