"beautiful things fill every vacancy"
for C. D. Wright
filaments of her gift
persistent mysteries
palpable consciousness
a world of naming
of ablutions in time
fighter instinct
action, the pressing in,
closing in
heart thrums
for a powerful image
dazzling light:
redemption!
to reassess language,
its tactility
emotion, lyric, oblique
irony twists, shifts by
pulse & ear, resilient
her consummate body poetics
echo into night
it hits us what is now absent
from every bouquet
cut like flowers before their time
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