Mary Farl Powers Pink Spotted Torso
I
She turns from the sink
potato in hand. A Kerr's Pink,
its water-dark
port-wine birthmark
that will answer her knife
with a hieroglyph.
II
The open book of Minnesota
falls open at Main Street, an almost total
sky, sweet nothings in the Soda
Fountain, joy-
rides among the tidal
wheat-fields, midnight swims with the Baumgartner boy.
You saw through that flooded granite quarry
to the wreckage of an Oldsmobile,
saw, never more clearly,
him unmanacle
himself from buckled steel, from the weight of symbol,
only to be bettered by an ankle. |
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