A Poem by Norma Cole

one box falls out of another box, ashy covenant of separation
two birds, one clamp, no reaction just hanging there as the arrow moved
notes put the map back into the water
they don't notice what they're learning
name all the days, parts of them painted to look out of control then crashed into a tree
letters in the boxes in the light old lady opportunity
the mirror ceases to be right here, pressure on the hand sends a biscuit to the mouth
a circuit connected by eyes stopping watching
quantity of information in the type, nation in the line or lines
legs broken and maladroit preview a long corridor filing against
walls engaging hands going without end in the corridor
back to front to quay, cracking of wood, a miner's ladder five meters high
notices filled with objects
later, however, a gelatin lit up, Chinese cryptesthesia, American music
mural fold or fist, magnetic moment measures behavior, thinking penetrates slowly
start over a sensible solution, a compact rower's body zippered
into an orange flight suit, all the confidence of the Chinese navy exposing a big area extinct of life forms