trout [ 9 ] October 2001
Emily Dobson [ 1, 2, 3, ]


It is night.
an absence of light, expected,
inhaled. Everywhere
is stained in shadow and
throbs of contained lights
whose boundaries are indistinct.
the city reflects the sky.
The warmth collects
in the extension of neck.
the perfect stretched curve of a neck
hung back to hold
a startled head.
Slightly startled.
lips slightly parted.
slightly curved not smiling,
better: unaware.
A body absorbed
in the set of things
against the sky.




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Emily Dobson