Laurie Price for Side A: Two Poems
Star Shining to get to the trees.Of light, of exact evening.A crescent whistles, scissorsin a narrow path. A long transitpasses at night pluckingat its verges. Who goes there?Who? Who gets to seam insidewith its out? A white lily like a talisman. Its light. Planted a little, partlyblack or walled—or buried. Justnot there in the dark,…
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