hemispheres by Christina Butcheron a mountain pass
i watch her body light
up like a bunsen burner
whose heat. color pulse at
the edges like a new mexico sun
like a red-faced fox
slinking through the brush
at mid-day
Yukon
collecting collecting collecting.
yet i cannot recall
when did she become this
satellite
projecting signal
filling-in dark recesses
of dry, paper maps
while we slept? how
did she travel so far north
along the fence line
undetected
in our hemisphere?
a fur
of such great quality
bounding
up
and out
and out
10/28/2011 Author's Note: of lisa's and beth's
Posted on 10/29/2011 Copyright © 2025 Christina Butcher
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