Marilyn Buck

[This poem is read on the CD by Fanny Howe. MP3 of this poem]

an acrobat
I slice through the sky
swing toward hands
they slip
          i fall
no net
          i fall

by lime-scented dirt
bones quake
     sigh — articulate
piano wires
     sing with my weight

a moon jumper
     I rise
     through sorrow’s fog
          a lightning bug

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