MARKS
from a sequence of poems by Tamar Yoseloff, with drypoint images by Linda Karshan
I will return to
the broken bone
the open page
the house of ice
the radio waves
the wave goodbye
the morse of blood
the winter trees
the frequencies
the clock’s black arm
the wounded path
the Roman road
the spider’s web
the ocean bed
the weathervane
the chance of rain
the fractured line
the fretted light
the box of snow
the flowered bruise
the empty room
the blades of grass
the razor’s gash
the old cold kiss
the body’s slog
the touch of skin
the heart the heart
the kindly dark
the broken bone
the open page
the house of ice
the radio waves
the wave goodbye
the morse of blood
the winter trees
the frequencies
the clock’s black arm
the wounded path
the Roman road
the spider’s web
the ocean bed
the weathervane
the chance of rain
the fractured line
the fretted light
the box of snow
the flowered bruise
the empty room
the blades of grass
the razor’s gash
the old cold kiss
the body’s slog
the touch of skin
the heart the heart
the kindly dark
