Today's poem is by Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers
A Road in the Sky
ITHACA, NY
It wouldn't be held
this notion, slipknotspring, park that pushed
its own banks, spilled vinesover the lookout. O North
I've never understood, capriciouscloud and gaze, lush
and then snow, that snap-dragon give & take. But we were warm
a moment, and still on
our backs, where winter grass questionedthe margins of skin, and trees tossed
dark like paper cutouts, or lace that rippedif spoken of too soon.
I am the screen, she said, on whichyou throw your passion,
as if I'd rendered hera level plane
to call an interruption. If that, thenwhat was my language? Please, please:
raw color without
conduit, the buttercups'fevered form. Perhaps it's true
that what had drawn me
to her, at first, was reflection: narcissuseye on eye, dart pressed
to dart. Collar turned backwhen she allowed me
to open it, let my handbe the bearing
towards visible, or not whatever cyanwe might cross. In that pivot
from day to black, a blinking jet
traced an axis above us, and I saidto her, the pilot's
daughter: cut the veil; even the skyfeels owned. How easily
she lifted the aqua hem
of my dress, but scoldedwhen I moved
closer, etched my faceinto her skin. This was the map: my willing
mouth parted, tasting wild
yonder, her hair's bitter oat.
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Copyright © 2013 Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers All rights reserved
from Chord Box
University of Arkansas Press
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