“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Thirty-One


Close to the building there,

the lad with the grey-caught mask of a face

unplaited a lady’s shadow of hair

as if wound up for a nothing-grace,

whispered a worldless space

to the mindless air.

Infinity had never been held

in the convolutions of trinket-care

he neither voiced, nor noted,

nor could have spelt,

close to the building there

with the sea’s back as uncoated

as his own. At last

he lay by the whole wild seed-sown

meadow he neither knew nor nerved.

His breath was as broken as the lady’s

shadow of hair and the tone

of the sea beyond, strumming a thimble-pond.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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Written by Jonathan Finch