by Ann Lauterbach
Small incident last among closings
a singular display confirmed
not the risky allowance of fate not
accruing slowly as in a habit
certainly not mere weather not
choosing a hinge or a lock
entity spreading outward voracious as oil
the collapsed wings trapped
a condition and its picture
what was once shuttered
allowing light in allowing the moment
to resist passage yes
that endowment the image
simple recursive
darkly enfolded—
ancient as night traversing loss
and the abrasion
an appeal to be restored.
From:
Door
Copyright ©:
2023, Ann Lauterbach & Penguin Books



