afternoon tea with Susan Howe
some particular history
in this wild echo
hooping a city
or field and field
whistling between us in sand
the gate the wall the axis
seem to stir
seem to swim
seem to perish
'between rapture and rupture'
standing asleep
still boundless
your mystery scatters life
and yes swallowed syllables
including fabulous light
the distance of dividing
a winged-parent a lapping-web
I remain oar ivy river
toil garden salty circle
the thudding fable
you tell coming to joy
mouth against winter fugitive trees
strangers spreading a spoken lilt
to move allegory or fictive flame
all errant symbol
all bent and bending
© Paula Green
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