Summer 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 3/4 Poetry |

Bend

      and make the horizon disappear.   Desire's a hardy trifoliate              orange with thorns:     viscous bitter fluid, flesh crammed            full of seeds.              Heavenly florid citrus scent. We plant marigolds in neat rows     in a garden as tangled as the arms            of an orange bush. Feet are not straight. Belly is not.            They curve like hills     covered with gentian blooming deep night blue,       the color of September at eight o'clock,            summer's final   pulse.            And make the horizon disappear               from a narrow place where the sea rushes     between two spits of land            from one aqueous   

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