This poem is taken from PN Review 89, Volume 19 Number 3, January - February 1993.
Phallic SapphicsClose your eyes against accordion angles
opening out like ivory fans, poker
hands and velvet theatre curtains, or bivalves
to the swirling tide.
Watch instead a runnel of lime-charged water
slowly drip from a stalactite to pattern
the slick wet sides and floor of a karstland cave
with mineral lace.
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