the pack, as in cards or dogs
or the one after

Enigma Variations but it’s snowing
and there are no birds

finally, a female

teapot and cup
beside a four-poster bed
with the long shadows of sunrise
on a plank floor

I love you truly madly deeply

mountain laurel and a Cigar Store Indian
unpainted carved wood

this relationship has changed

four State Supreme Court Justices, their backs together

a Portuguese woman
walking the beach with a TV set balanced atop her head
as the husband waves

leathery kelp as “cloven tongues”

the orderly farm in the Shenandoah overshadowed by two tall silos

nine pitchforks hanging in three rows in a shed
with two gasoline cans and four spades
on tool pegs

a map of Sturbridge Village

a pack of poets or painters or ex-lovers or actors or dancers
could be a loaded deck, all right, shuffled together

at the Hague, then Edinburgh
in the burning letters, her third line
how flat, stretched out under the sun

“Your crimsoning lips”

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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Partitas, click here.

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