Shadows
Payne, Gerrye
Shadows If the great downy underwings carry hidden shadows, we below, through our distracted, rushed sympathies, understand that when we are lost there can be the strange flutter, where we find...
...Do the long, winding streets, carefully swept in the morning, lead somewhere now...
...Startled, we wander off beside the water, to where we imagine music plays, something to lend us a geometry of breathing-together for a while...
...Abalone glints like the moon, skull-shell that dreams of waves caught in a jar, compressed and alchemized into knowledge...
...The trees beside the curb release a fall of gummy seeds that can't sprout, that lie all night under the moon...
...Gerrye Payne...
...Is there a difference in us after that...
...Shadows If the great downy underwings carry hidden shadows, we below, through our distracted, rushed sympathies, understand that when we are lost there can be the strange flutter, where we find around us, pooled and concentric, a sudden comprehension...
Vol. 126 • September 1999 • No. 15
