Issue 49: Spring 2020

Circular hymn

riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s,/ swerve of shore to bend of bay —

after James Joyce

riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s,
swerve of shore to bend of bay —

I saw you.

Ankle-deep in the wake
of winter’s runoff

long legs
long torso

silo in solo

Dutchman on stilts
tower of night —

you could rearrange the stars.

In pale reserve
the economy of night

you stood alone

invoked the wind
that opening riff —

gust of night
bloused in low tones.

I called your name
but you did not answer

looked a way,
a lone a last a loved a long the