By Annie Finch
That hour-glass-backed,
orchard-legged,
heavy-headed will,
paper-folded,
wedge-contorted,
savage—dense to kill—
pulls back on backward-moving,
arching
high legs still,
lowered through a deep, knees-reaching,
feathered down
green will,
antenna-honest,
thread-descending,
carpeted as if with skill,
a focus-changing,
sober-reaching,
tracing, killing will.
Reprinted with permission of the author and Story Line Press.
Source: Eve (Story Line Press, 1997)
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