by Norma Cole

Norma Cole

Says I am invisible in my feathers

World knot
young beyond half casual theme
courtoisie & turbulence a few more slowly now
we read little gold suns over the airstrip
no medical treatment for civilians
expeditions speaking like through a screen door
peaches for eyes

How faint the spot harmonates unbarred by time, wit and the shape
memory bolted
unobtainable until we learn it

Come up now onto the roof of my mouth and see this shadow that has
driven people mad

Common denominators this papers generosity
waters constancy emptied field
what we know passed to the back
mirrors open up another front

“Thou wilt never see that raven again, for I am that raven

Last updated November 29, 2022