- Invasives
The love we walk around with is a dulltool—though it hangs from our belts with a rusty grace,like planets expertly wired in a model of spacethat slowly turns when whoever built it pulls
some secret string. The other love, the cold,sharp one, the one that keeps a quiet placebehind our lungs, is harder to see, its face(some tools, of course, have faces) unreadable.
But I know it, in my life, from the way it makesme see the lovely world as lovely. Rain,bull thistle, rabbit tracks, a friend's face, even,
might be its face. Or does it have your face? A lake'sface? A galaxy's? Or phlox? The profanehoneysuckle or maybe tree-of-heaven? [End Page 29]
nathaniel perry is the author of two books of poems: Nine Acres, published by Copper Canyon Press in 2011, and Long Rules, forthcoming from the Backwaters Press in 2021. He is editor of Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review and lives in rural Virginia. *