She must practice, away from the comforter,
the form letter, the pin numbers and transfer,
as in delphinium. A beginning without end is vertigo.
There it is, bigger. Orange, like the fruit.
How she loves the small lines decorating her face.
An evening redness in the west is full of dry color
and the evocation of future memories. Especially at night,
discoveries repeat in the undesignated city. [End Page 115]
Jeanette Marie Clough has edited for Solo and reviewed for Poetry International and Caesura. Her forthcoming book, Flourish, was a finalist in the Seismicity (Otis College of Art and Design) and Blue Lynx (Eastern Washington University) annual book competitions.