Walking between the field and the last houses at 10pm Poem by Lisa Robertson

Walking between the field and the last houses at 10pm



Walking between the field and the last houses at 10pm
holding the lilacs aloft like a torch
its vital sense of pause
everything will be hesitation
the acts of transposition
muscular, tactile, olfactory
where the image itself senses.

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