Morning's mirage, disdainful & calm
as a mirror,
held the shorn bush that yesterday
Turning to watch you leave,
I see we must always walk toward
other loves, river of heaven
When this day returns to me
I will value your heart,
long hurt in long division,
Would rather be lying there? No.
Though my pillow is a backwards-wound watch.
Cream linen of another country
where I lay in troth with you, hands pressed
Lisa Russ Spaar is an American poet.
She graduated from University of Virginia (summa cum laude), with a B.A. and M.F.A. She teaches at the University of Virginia.
Her work has appeaered in The Kenyon Review, Poetry, Slate, Virginia Quarterly Review, Ploughshares, The Yale Review, Denver Quarterly, Shenandoah, Indiana Review, The Paris Review, Sonora Review, The Southwest Review.