This greening our night
an unhasping-of. Phosphor
-escent nursery. Glasphalted sky.
The saw-song gleams friction,
cuts its own kind of light.
Strapped to our cars, strung
along roadways. An oceanscape
draped across foyers—the trees,
then, afterglow
on the turned-off curves
of television screens.
: : :
Glitter the gold into each needle
until brightness clutters & spills, tinsels
our eyes. Until sick with halo
we swaddle the dazzle
in burlap sacks like statues
wrapped & hauled, wept
out of our houses
into the nearest unfrozen body of
water—afterimages adrift
in our retinas like flashlillies:
contusions of left-over light.
Cori A. Winrock’s poems have appeared in (or are waiting in the wings of) Black Warrior Review, Blackbird, Denver Quarterly, Indiana Review, Barn Owl Review, Pool & others. She is a recipient of a Barbara Deming Individual Artist Grant as well as being chosen as Editor’s Choice for Mid-American Review’s James Wright Poetry Award. Her manuscript was a finalist for the 2010 Academy of American Poets’ Walt Whitman Award.
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