in the way sometimes you stare

Just got a hold of this 2015 Sarah Howe collection ...

... here's a poem from within:


Earthward

I watched the shadowplay
of trees
against the blinds
one October –
in the way sometimes
you stare

at a pale face across the bed
so long
you hardly see it –
fingers trembling,
vague as a street
at night, as nature

stripped of accident,
they shook
with a gusting stutter
more restless still
for being not
the thing itself.

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Sarah Howe (1983 - )

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