Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
from LEGEND OF THE WINTER
TRIP (XII)
Edge into the winter room
The room is sharpening its
Fracture zone open to the sky
Comb straight the slipping paths
The private seed belongs
Plum cherry pear and turquoise
Missing stem
leave leaf black
Buildings prompt the weather
Ignite span tunnels rub space
Soaring mortal inaudible cracks
The unremembered body
The corpse’s pale water fingers
from LEGEND
OF THE WINTER TRIP (VII)
Ride afraid
this surface
Over grass
and glass
Boat awake
straightening
The pond
faster tightening
Infection
grabbing blue
At this
stage gestures
Push
wondering rural dreams
Skin covered
in pain
Once fire
and firewall
Yellow
foliage conversations
Hooked the
environment
Hissing
public signals blank
Window
afraid of sliding sticking
Cracking
proud the lines of time
from LEGEND OF THE WINTER TRIP
(XIII)
Dusty in
between losing
Clean guidelines that shape
Inverted tie-ups
And contorted hostility
The powerful human collapse
In the waiting room
Hard and suffocating
On weekends unnatural
Chests alive and open-palmed
Arrested and clapped
Behind binoculars
This phantom red dress
This underwater sleeplessness
On cue
locate crowds the ship
from LEGEND
OF THE WINTER TRIP (X)
Crimes
against the path
We are above
all everything
Unknown to
governments
Pearly
electric states
Don’t call
yourself that
Take your
stones and your shoes
Your distant
village
Arriving
desolate accompany
The
dancers Senegal’s nerves
Faithful unsettling ribs
from LEGEND
OF THE WINTER TRIP (XIV)
A quiet born in displacement
A wealth of
names of threads
Of printed
history
Children
vanish step by hinge
Liquid
threshold front
Lines
shifting haggle
Amid
buzz afternoon crack
Determining
an edge
Ribbed with
vainly meager lip
Stains
shouldering the weight
Hunched
appeal broken
Smoke loose
and contagious
Will trade a
near shelter
For
stars lost parents recognize
