Susan Gevirtz

        What you make on Orion
              I leave to you
       What you take from Orion
               I take to you
                                                    Far far away where the swans fly to when we
are having winter, lived a King who had eleven sons and one daughter
                             Hans Christian Andersen
                      in the greening time
there was once
           there was a
      because we didnít
                           Turn on the light
There was trespass
            We didnít
Unadorned             Side is his wife
         Bellatrix are the shoulder stars
                    Drape the mantle of the remarkable nebula
Take first
is effect
              once  mishap misshape
But let us not talk in the language of evidence
sleep deprivation           vigilance         the screen and the Styrofoam king
             of airspace  
                                         renames the sky
documentary to which all words refer
          escapes us          near or newer air
From Aerodrome Orion by Susan Gevirtz. Copyright © 2008 by Susan Gevirtz. Used by permission of Kelsey Street Press. All rights reserved.

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