Poetry Dispatch No. 193 | October 2, 2007
Destined for Women’s Magazines by Herbert Zbigniew
The time of apples falling leaves still put up a defence
in the morning heavier and heavier fog the air grows bald
last grains of honey first reds of the maples
a fox killed on a field space reverberating with shots
apples will go underground trunks come up to the eyes
leaves will be stored in chests and the wood speak
now we can distinctly hear the planets as they move
a high moon rises accept the glaze over your eyes
from MR COGITO, The Ecco Press, $12
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