Rivering: The Poetry of Daphne Marlatt

Comes walking

Comes walking up through horror in the way of vision, salt sh’te she’d come through walking wood block paving cedar cracked dark wit she’ll come heron eye and quick kelp feather hair her stilted walk come squawking grief transformed through storm drain city outfall metaphor she wades through rain’s choleric traffic thrum he slows :that bristle shudder hers (feathers long along her neck) and peering back intuits disregards … is gone twice shafted (slime fisher) diacetyl bitter bittern body as gift spurned grawk The Poetry of Daphne Marlatt / 59 ...