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She feels the quiver
in
Paul Long
Movement in
her eyes pass
a line of seafaring birds.
She registers the contours
of his feelings the weltering
blood the entire
soundless landscape
that has claimed him
in the line
of her image.
His slightest movement
is enough
to distract her.
Damp,
she finds his lips
in knocking
against the nose
and then the chin.
Her hands caress
with her
fingertips
she feels
the quiver.
The fish stopped
in the river
strike the casual viewer
as deformed
they had wanted
simply to get out
suspended below
the surface
they were mere
passersby
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Author Bio:
Paul Long is a poet and teacher whose work has appeared in Bird Dog,
Fence, and other journals. He teaches English at Baltimore City
Community College and received an MFA in poetry from Brown University.
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