Every Girl Should Have A Poem Written For Her (7)

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Artist at UO Saturday Open Studio

What does the eye see
When it wanders off north?
Peering
Like miracles
Through magnetic scopes
What grace do fingertips feel
Pressed and reassuring
On either side of quill?

The edge of your palm
Never brushing
The coarse ridges of
The page.
What dust does your nose now
Breathe?
Sweet run off of charcoal
And old
Forgotten
Clay.

What rhythm
Does the heart beat in the ear?
The pulse of a galaxy—
A thrum, a gentle drum
The waves of the ocean on the beach
Under a fog-laden sky
Now the same color as your
Long
Horse coarse hair.

That is not to say we do not love you
Are not thinking of you—
But when you set your eye on me
So gripped the quill and ink
To draw forth from the page
I saw within the black-streak lines
The face of that old phrophetess
Who once spoke her doom
To seeking gods
(shall I say more?)
And so…

Do tell me, I plead
What does the eye see
When it wanders off
North?

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