The neat sky was tall, full of sliding birds. I was sunk low in the wet trees, surrounded by brown grass and butterflies. I had no castle to look at. I was out of my mind. Without tenderness, I was out of breath. In my memory the city continued to tease. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org |