THREE POEMS BY SARAH PLIMPTON
a face turning over
in the wind
reddening
like the sky
the windows put on
one after another
hung straight
from the walls
a brighter light
blackened skies
burnt into the ground
the stars
swollen from the head
a warm night rolled thin
and printed shut
the
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narrowIng
in the door
round mouths of light
that shut
the air
between the cracks
of blue
small windows
cut in the
winters head
open upside down
the ground
