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Human Costume by A.E. Stringer

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Wavering

Stringer, A.E.

Across latitudes of scrub and dune
a fiery wind skips, fine-tuning the arcs
and folds of your body.  I have never
been to the desert, though zephyrs
dusted upslope to the small house
where we lived.  Wherever you lie now
is dry, I imagine, sun in decline
and catenaries of shadow stretched out
from you as in photographs, close-up,
of human sandscapes: cleft of elbow,
crest of thigh, wind-swept shoulder.
I have studied them, meandering
through a gallery of you, no
sense of scale, no oasis anywhere.


Copyright A.E. Stringer 2009

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