surfacing: a poem that struck me way back in August

[yorkieboy]

Mark Doty

Ultrasound

Blackboard covered with a dust
of living chalk, live chaos-cloud
wormed by turbulence: the rod glides

and the vet narrates shadows
I can't quite force into shape:
His kidneys might... the spleen appears...I can't see what he sees, and so

Comments

[halogenerate]

Wow. That is a powerful piece of poetry.

I keep wanting to type 'wow.' One (or two) will do for now, eh?