From A Blade Of Grass In Dorianne Laux’s, “What’s Broken”

From A Blade Of Grass In Dorianne Laux’s, “What’s Broken”

By R. Cary

In this garden of time, seen from the images of the poles of the falling beads. The sky’s corners angling for her perception, from this blade of grass. Its vesicles, seminal, arises from south to north, contrasting the delicate starry slated night. East to west, the pattern of Orion and his bull fighting for Bellatrix, Orion’s worn pride, a female of warriors, Castor and Pollux swearing to abide. A motion of movement, history transpiring this sky, as the Poet Dorianne Laux traces our human story from a hand forced from birth. Her own vesicles shimmering as she reaches up above, falling stars arrive. Her body, her vesicles speckled with history. Staring down at her chest, where her stomach rests, her arms extend, movement is now light. Her eyes, sparkling, reaching her fingertips look down, a million miles of light, she can still see the vesicles of that blade of grass, as she rests following Orion’s myth, settling her soul in the eastern nights edge. 

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From A Blade Of Grass In Dorianne Laux’s, “What’s Broken”

By R. Cary

Copyright 2022

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