by Elaine Equi
Lovely to be
like a racehorse surrounded by flowers
but it is also lovely
to be surrounded by air and own pendants
and bracelets of soot.
Here is a factory made fresh by broken windows
and there is my muse
returning home with a pail of milk.
He brings me
down to earth where all poetry begins
with such beautiful hands
that I am forever doing nothing but thinking
and asking him to hold them.
Last updated February 23, 2023