They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Winking | Karen Garthe

stars alight”  the drift spray

 a black-wing

smiling crony of cold

stars make the light delirium

make   aurora spoon

 this beanstalk ebullience of push blown

yeasty forms

the luster


glossy featherheads and tails like boas flinging

a dish of Strand

To Polish the binocular    Black Eye of Emperor

navy lord of ice gnaw

in spirals    the rooms the offices


old masses of extinction


artists of the absolute

now brighter than their own

winking I’ll come right after you, I will

be back

on quilt aurora too cold to fear