Guest Poet Susan Allen
East 77th Street, July
my right cheek remembers your beloved chest
there so far from (here
where limbs have fallen alongside pale eucalyptus trunks
littered with hairy bark filigree
in circular float
reeking smashed lawn, transplendent white walls
where the ginkgo waits)
not like your mouth
on narrow glance a mosaic chiaroscuro in muted glow
against the brown black sage
Susan Allen's questions:
Does the poem set a place clearly?
Should it be more descriptive of place/smells/lighting/feelings?
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