Smithereens Press Chapbooks The Sea Path by Ciarán O'Rourke | Page 43

escapes the brittle cage
of my attention
I may return
to press the living weight
of breath
impossibly through air
until your
almost poetic
poet self walks free.
Though, as I look
from your unmoving
portrait now,
it seems that being true
to that half-gentle, grimlipped glance you give,
I must note with care
this fly that squats
so curiously
on the slope
of my wrist –
yes, and try
to replicate
the immense, inhuman
watchfulness

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