by Anna Guercio

This moment from now on,
we will be or find
unflinching movement,
umbrellas out of a dream of Arle,
entryway to the tale I’d tell
if authorized I’d find
newsprint light to curl up my side,
up, up here
a view more dramatic for being partially obscured
more menacing, more full
like smudged ink taut like snow and shadows in wait like
crave to fall disaster.
This tension requisite for loss, which is to say movement,
the same in sails as in shoulders.

• Welcome to Entasis.