Today's poem is by JoAnn Balingit
Death among the Thistles
wood engraving by Leonard Baskin
Out here in this leggy light
the real is trashy, luminous
altogether arbitrarylike the moon a collision
threw at our meaning
of beauty, sinkinglike the face of a loved one
whose dark secret bristles
temper Novembera shade of purple I can only call
a truce with the sky
and its endless ghosts
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from Words for House Story
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