In a long widow thirst stuck,
from Jordan's midst red and growing,
and with ivy crowned the impossible person's
silver-armed trap.
Foot sparks tankless in swamp. A museum of natural history
flourishes in freedom. Like fish-flies
trees' crooked roots go out of tune and love
scrambles away.
Horses' wild flight his late cup
fluttering out of the frost, as
lying days came in a crowd to bathe their clocks
in the evening light.
Believed by no one, having seen a geyser
shoot from the stone brook like T. and know
something forgotten under his innermost skin
listing towards hope.
Hugh
Thomas is a Canadian poet and translator.
He teaches mathematics at the University of New Brunswick --Fredericton. Three chapbooks of his
poetry are available: Mutations, published by BookThug, Heart badly buried by five shovels, published by Paper Kite Press, and Opening the dictionary,
published by above/ground press.
the
Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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