Below The Spruce

Originally appeared in The Antigonish Review.

FOR P.
after Lorna Crozier

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It’s not the arrhythmia
____________death-fall from idling forklift
but how you’d sprung

lunged into air with a hawk’s spear-form
____________________________an edged beauty
______then arms cutting sudden currents of wind

unpunctuated

___What there is of your
_____________________moment—

__________everything
______________out of focus
around precisions of flex and fold

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