Poem
Jill Jones
INTERSPERSED
INTERSPERSED
INTERSPERSED
Night’s sheetweighs heavy
bearing the safety
of sleep
troubles us less
with quiet.
We love slowly
at the changing surface
of the world.
You carry me
through ground level
hands scoop up
the fall the air
of my doubt.
Walls break their habit
crumbling
as we talk
through them.
Still
something delicate
we negotiate
softer than
a thigh’s width
on the sheet.
The wind is black
a cold surge
night’s plan
over-runs the balcony
rain is clean
steel on the roof.
© 2002, Jill Jones
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
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INTERSPERSED
Night’s sheetweighs heavy
bearing the safety
of sleep
troubles us less
with quiet.
We love slowly
at the changing surface
of the world.
You carry me
through ground level
hands scoop up
the fall the air
of my doubt.
Walls break their habit
crumbling
as we talk
through them.
Still
something delicate
we negotiate
softer than
a thigh’s width
on the sheet.
The wind is black
a cold surge
night’s plan
over-runs the balcony
rain is clean
steel on the roof.
From: Screens Jets Heaven. New and Selected Poems
INTERSPERSED
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