Erica Fiedler
Sea
New Poems From the USA
 
 

sea-green:
does not yet exist

“there can be no carousel without a carouseller.”
                                                          —unknown

the familiar tune
ghosts around
the theatre,

goes off on its
own,
                                      bends men into
                                                            women,
                                         into a cotter pin,
                                                 bone to bone,
                                           atop monsters,
                                                                 not animals,

                                                         under the mint of night.