RAE ARMANTROUT
PERFECT
Perfect red roses
coaxed
to frame a door
beyond which
a couple bickers –
and why not?
*
Dusty webs – yes!
A ray of sun
touches a hill
and I understand
the noise
faces make.
*
In paradise
where “is”
is different,
where tangled
white knots
at the end of a rug
are also some bright
curls of surf
We encourage all readers to search out Rae Armantrout's work through her many books and one poem at a time. A full book experience may be had from one poem. This poem is drawn from Rae's Longhouse booklet Concentrate, and we showcased her poems in the Origin, sixth series, a quintet of issues.
