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Imago Mundi
inside the paperweight bubbles, one poised on the tip of a petal from which it can never launch, others are galaxies peppered here & there round the pansy, “thought,” whose saffron streaks are neat as hand- painted, floating like an untethered astronaut in “the artifice of eternity,” while outside midwinter snow sits like bleakmindedness until light rings, vivid as a pin, grass spurts & the field becomes a razzle of butterflies, sky a field of sunflowers so vivid it’s invisible as trout, the color of water, a flash where water’s glass bending the world as tonight, where the sky flowers & stars give off scents, [End Page 116] drop bright fruit fish rise to, taking in constellations, & the moon turns over flips in the lake’s shivering mirror, the same in all directions so I enter quietly, steering stars aside, moving weightless as a bubble, floating in eternity [End Page 117]
Brian Swann has two books forthcoming: In Late Night, from Johns Hopkins University Press, and Sky Loom: Native American Myth, Story, Song, from the University of Nebraska Press.