Three Poems |
by Norene Cashen |
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1. Last Code Talker A sketch was submitted We held it as if we knew And we did know As if forgetting Were a lost pattern As if the code had tapped us On the shoulder We knew it had found us Sitting there reading The last quarter of our lives A line drawing cut into words The same surface Sinking in our hands 2. Dowsing We quoted things Phrases that turned out to be true A test in response to our science Nothing rejected or disclosed We searched the underground With a forked twig Trying to answer the world And the question of its indelible body Unsure of the category We looked for the encounter there Pure departure, the inaudible Thunder strung pole to pole Still we searched, digging into The droning pocket of our speech Which was itself a voice 3. One Designated As Another We drew from the roof Beneath the worthless quarter of a moon Rehearsal anchoring our action Tumbled, faint, the nothing of Echo introduced again Each successive display Buying its order as a grave plot We followed the flow of its form Wearing the air of rightness A time that understood its people By some insight or another We were curious to know About the birth of this view |
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