This poem is taken from PN Review 216, Volume 40 Number 4, March - April 2014.
‘St Oswald’s Church’ and Other Poems
After Reading Your Manuscript under the Sycamore Tree in May
(for H)
...
(for H)
Leaf husks
everywhere
no the word’s too dry like crusts or
biscuits let’s call them mother-
petals new-leaf mother-
petals
long soft
their throat-pink fading at the apex
to palest
primrose
Suddenly everywhere pocks
specks
stipples
on the sky drifting sideways
adrift as children
...
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