Christopher Edge – Landscapes (Poetry Reading)


landscapes when the lightning bugs flash
atop the cotton and the wind clogs the emptiness in the weeds
I close my book and take a walk around the boundaries of sleep and think what
ground is this erecting blossoms aloft the grassy banks relieving a burl of
darkness that rests its weigh what ground is this upon which I lay the obscure
distances I create a shore boat, a cottage, a quiet lake, an emotion, a
meaning for a landscape of fakes this anchor which subdues the world’s escape
the Reaper of all these imagined traits this land, a chamber of all I state this
land from which I sleep and wake.

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