You touched cast-iron bedposts painted ivory
in my unbearably stuffy summer
bedroom. You touched limitations of trust,

trusting in my black-and-white zone. You touched
oil paint on canvas in my storehouse
memberships. You touched Wednesday night

church fellowships in my graduate school
library. You touched the hound I was walking
in my water-soluble India ink.

Poem copyright 2014 by Jnana Hodson


Blue Rock

The entire sequence of poems is finally available in an ebook collection at and other digital book dealers.


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