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Erased
Poem
Shanna Compton
Shuttle-worn
and steeply peaked,
the wheelbarrows push down.
All is silver, opaque
but silver,
among the emerald layers
of the beautiful wheelbarrows:
their little slopes, their bright sparse handles.
A
grandfather waits for sequins
and the principle beauty.
The water is thin
silver.
He is interested in music,
his head a little sudden emergence,
his better judgment dignified and bluish.
Waiting, he seems suspended.
Then the world.
Dip your hand.
Taste.
Burn.
Imagine the mouth
derived from forever, flowing.
© 2002 Shanna Compton
Shanna
Compton's poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in La Petite
Zine, Pindeldyboz, CROWD, Good Foot, elimae, and
elsewhere. "Jigsaw with Soundtrack" and "Erased Poem"
are from her current collection, Brand New Insects.
She
lives in Long Island City, but will always consider herself a Texan. She is poetry
co-editor at LIT.
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