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Now reading
WORLD
Hello, blank page and place of risk,
I will walk a small square of you
in the early morning, looking out
for a thing no bigger than a full stop
flying right to my eyes and circling
in the air there, black as a soot speck
with a nervous system and a neat grid
of signals, that couples with its kind
in a corner of the sofa, even on my own
ear-lobe. Sea-world of brazen air (this
room in waltz-time) humming a tune
to make ice to. And now the cricket
coming in on time, a dry night-heart, singing.
RACHEL HADAS