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By Ishion Hutchinson
via the Poetry Foundation

I can bring a halo
into the night cave, quiet
with music (do not ask the music),

to her shaded there
in the moon; her fine spectacles
steam their pond rings;

her animal eyes fix
on the lintel of the door
as the wax owl glances back at me. I am her little cotton

tree the breeze combs
white into a final note,
her diminuendo poco a poco ...    

Moon-afro, myself
outpaces me
in wonder of her.

She goes off and I seep
under the black sprout
of her house, to rise

a salmon bell on the hill
dissolving mild cloud fractals,
without grief or malice.

A Note from the Editor
A halo into the night cave, a light-giving thing drawn by the poet into the darkness, creating illumination, clearing something out until it dissolves like a “cloud fractal,” Hutchinson’s poem can serve as a metaphor for how the search for knowledge uncovers pain as well as wonder, and in the case of the narrative of this poem, the loss of a relationship. - Guest Editors S.J. Fowler and Rebecca Kamen.

Source: Poetry (January 2017)


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