What you make on Orion
I leave to you
What you take from Orion
I take to you
Far far away where the swans fly to when we
are having winter, lived a King who had eleven sons and one daughter
Hans Christian Andersen
in the greening time
there was once
there was a
because we didn’t
Turn on the light
There was trespass
We didn’t
Unadorned Side is his wife
Bellatrix are the shoulder stars
Drape the mantle of the remarkable nebula
Take first
cause
is effect
once mishap misshape
But let us not talk in the language of evidence
sleep deprivation vigilance the screen and the Styrofoam king
of airspace
renames the sky
documentary to which all words refer
escapes us near or newer air
From Aerodrome Orion by Susan Gevirtz. Copyright © 2008 by Susan Gevirtz. Used by permission of Kelsey Street Press. All rights reserved.
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