Sunday, July 12, 2009

poem ~ Emily Howard/ Mark Cobley

we looked for it in love
a small nut to worry in our pockets

smoothing the grooves of minor mystery
not so mysterious, not really
quite. the transference

we looked for it in words and
the mercurial mirror.

I have
starved, days on days. only

so that I might describe so
you might agree. but love

somewhere excellent birds live

by a river by
Almond trees.