Stagefort Park
i.1
Some greeny mint julep shoals
where the rose is hidden, bidden
like I said to excuse its pun.
roof your boat like the sea does.
In the snug alphabetic house
not even wind left between you and the wind.
A duck somehow still against the tide.
2.
Is is the other side, where the other
has become itself– the door shuts
out of existence. Nephesh plays among
the gods and comes back to us when it
wishes; presence is always plural, to ravel out
the back of things, joyful irrational
Minoans come vault over the bull’s horns.
Take responsibility. Speak forth eels.
ii.
Quiescent Aleph.
Hands fragile enough
to hold a syllable
by the wings.
The demand of beauty: all teeth
holding together the body and its goals
gods for silence.
A word in the mouth
is a step into the mirror.
This I call a tree.
These animals in its branches
if there are animals-
Susan, the horse that belongs to the girl.
Perched quiet as breath on the branches of speech.
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