She is

there.

 

The light

she deranges

is her

as she is, her-

self, there,

where she bends

and frets the sun.

 

Rubens,

you got it right.

A body’s weight

is weightless

there

where

it is all

weight,

where

it warps

the air.

 

by David Kann

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