quarta-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2010

Poem of the day: Acrobat

Elise Paschen


The night you were conceived
we balanced underneath a tent,

amazed at the air-marveler,
who, hand-over-hand, seized the stars,

then braved the line to carry home
a big-top souvenir umbrella.

Earth-bound a year, you dare
gravity, sliding from the couch

to table. Mornings, on tiptoe,
stretching fingers, you grab

Saturn, Venus and the moons
raining down from the sky of ceiling.

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