Maxine Chernoff Sketch

Dust enters dust in

motes of sheer light;

collapsing verbs meet

their careworn predicates.

The body's convictions

gesture at fluency,

absorbed as fruit

by the afternoon sun.

On a shoal above brackish

water and the hum

of heated air, you were

a detail in the eyes

of thereafter. Come

to the window, where a heron

landed in the marsh grass

the summer you believed

that nothing his smooth voice

touched was lost in description.

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