Oculus giving up Andromeda,
pulse of variegated phlox,
fog-drenched, a virginal shepherd on lamb
watch, terrine of fowl and gilled
chanterelles, cold enmeshment
of mare and filly, ecocide
blistered forests of a once-
divided country, impasse
o’er a holiday, Isle of Man
or the Canaries, ah
from Freud’s Viennese clinic, opening
seam of teenaged wallpaper,
tiger prawns, a third martini, Tiger Lily
jealous in first edition luster.
Paula Bohince is the author of three poetry collections, most recently Swallows and Waves. She lives in Pennsylvania.