psalm 84
we fade and lean
flesh
boxy with yearning
sparrows a tumult
the rain comes down
and a
thousand cards lying on the floor
a
thousand cards
psalm 2
we are imagined.
light bounces from the mirror
graying pools across our face
and all our stories erupt in the same place :
if we look for what’s not repeated
rhizome letters, slant caterpillar’s eye, the
standard tablecloth ashy around the edges
we look and become seen : we are seen and do not know it :
i ask, you are silent, i ask, you are silent, i ask
the others wind their way up the hill
psalm 1
would you choose
to sift away
like a table-book disease
would you bloom
along a street
dust and nooks
what choice you have
sits above the skyline
in a pale blue chair
psalm 8
a braided
moon
animals
under our feet :
psalm 12
i am thinking of faithful
of frail and unanointed
your name a broken door
you are silver
boiled seven times
a pure thing hung round your neck
like an antidote to fever :
Laura Walker is the author of five books of poetry: story (Apogee Press, 2016), Follow–Haswed (Apogee Press, 2012), bird book (Shearsman Books, 2011), rimertown/ an atlas (UC Press, 2008), and swarm lure (Battery Press, 2004). She lives in Berkeley, California, where she teaches creative writing, battles the varroa mite, and tries to grow tomatoes inappropriate to the climate. More info at laura-walker.com.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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