Snow Flower Wag Holds The Day Here Beneath by Catherine Blauvelt


Snow Flower Wag Holds The Day Here Beneath

a tree; to exist 
the green is invisible. Arms dip in the sink, 
          push the mud logged with furniture,
          lock and drawer. Water pleats
appear 
by waterfall. 
I’ll rest too. Near you I can be 
present, frond. 
White kept at the surrounding, 
stood looking, fit my face to see if I was
ironwork. 
              Wader, your hinges 
              shock the shape 
              water’s spilling; your legs now in eyes. 
When I go mole, cover me.