Chorus of blue
Scripts of silver
The sun left scripts of silver on the reservoir then only water.
and ultimately, we’ll see and then we’ll hear, we said to ourselves.
right? It wouldn't be shining
on the water turned to silver blinding then to sun.
pull the silver from instructions,
Test silver spoons by tapping the pipes.
I said fighting for the silver was disaster;
no metaphorical derangement.
Endi Bogue Hartigan's poetry is forthcoming in Quarterly West and Tinfish and has appeared in New Orleans Review, INSURANCE, and other magazines. She co-founded and edited the magazine Spectaculum, devoted to long poems, series, and selections best presented at length. She lives in Portland, Oregon, with her husband and son. The poems here are from a working manuscript, “Chorus Interstice.”
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