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Orion

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 didn’t


                           Turn on the light


There was trespass


            We didn’t





Unadorned             Side is his wife


         Bellatrix are the shoulder stars


                    Drape the mantle of the remarkable nebula
Take first





cause 





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.

Susan Gevirtz