All Awning And Bu­gles, Still I Hope You Near­ness

The Iowa Review - - FRONT PAGE - Catherine blau­velt

Light Light Vert From Mud. The charm­ing flash of grass flow­ers here on earth, the white­less flames with­out risk. My mys­tery flower you walk, raise your head. As it hap­pens, Mad Grass Wants Us By Name. I wanted some not much. A light strobe wedg­ing a way lint green, a place to put our heads. Only not, time re­folds the bu­gles’ leak. Con­stant is the view of Deliri­ous. A hunt­ing sound. Light­ning on a blond ocean went the hounds in thou­sands for pure grass. Two blue jays for a mo­ment dis­turb their aim, knock­ing the shadow out of me only once to go out.

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