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Poetry: Catherine Meng


One leg of the dock is carried off
by an unprecedented tide

free-standing now, pronounces
each syllable fluttering at the darkness’ edge

to stanch the grief of one image
is to create another in close proximity

to convey Matterhorn, as it is now
confined to the lines of this poem

to crawl into the shape of the word as a wolf would
& wear the lucky pants & the four steep faces

this is an example of how
trepidation becomes a verb

how fluid becomes rock
& also a tourist attraction

[the mountain loves me this I know,
because the wikipedia entry told me so]
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