poet

Laynie Browne

by this poet

poem

16


for I have taken refuge in you



A book —whose wings— swallow me

Bird, created from water mixed with sand

Uses of wings, and claws hold oil for lamps 

Conceiving a wing-ed book is beginning to sort one's thoughts

An egg placed under the foot of a bedframe— to steady 

Quills for
poem
His unset eyes — containing water — become expression, or color. 
They cloud in changing — though the change is never marked, it 
may eventually be seen.

The cloud is green

His hand is light

He watches this first finding — pulling a hand in and out of a living 
channel.
His newness betokens him all color. He