Tuesday, February 3, 2009

An empty envelope from Hera

no murky promise on the manila encloser,

(painted talons free perforce of perfume traces,
so clean the hunt, so lean the prey)

sealed with heat, perhaps, but dissipated:

a plastic rivet pops on recalled pamphlets.

1 comment:

  1. For some reason I am totally drawn to your poems that mention mythological characters in their titles. I know why, because they're lovely. I love the internal rhyme in this one.The repetitive P sounds tell of something percolating beneath the surface.