[from Jean Valentine's Little Boat, 2007]
The Harrowing
The worn hands
spines         feet
                                 Even he
whose blank hand I held on to
for dear life
                                 phantom limb
On your sidewalk
walking past your café
the piano was being tuned, hard,
trying it, one note at a time
trying, walking outside of time
— was that the night —          & space
Blessed are those
who break off from separateness
theirs is wild
heaven.
Little Boat (Wesleyan Poetry)
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