This poem is taken from PN Review 95, Volume 20 Number 3, January - February 1994.
Two PoemsThe Guest Speaker Speaks
She wore a red jacket -
it lit up the distance
with the dark gleam
Black Doris plums have
before they ripen,
or a crimson hibiscus.
Among suited shoulders
earth-black, she grew
like a flower, a flame,
cell of light in the careful
dimness audiences create.
Perched on my risky rock
I kept looking up, watching
for that bright centre -the door
that brings a first chink
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