Red Shift by Brenda Hillman

            At the edge
            of sense you

            sense the pause
            that shifts, you

            push on it
            to stop it

            more, you’ve enchanted
            the torturer with

            your short songs
            sounding like to


            shorten time is
            what songs are for


by Brenda Hillman

from her book

The Firecage

1 comment

  1. Nice poem…I like the edge it takes the reader to, with a glimpse over.
    Thanks for posting it. And thanks for linking to my blog.
    I recently discovered your blog and I like what I’ve read so far, so I’ll be checking in every once in a while.

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