Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2016  Vol. 15 No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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Triangles, Imogen Cunningham, 1928

Light pooled. The girl, poured. Cream.
A candle, resonating. Her body

closed around her. The unclaimed space
at her center. The pealing ring from there.

It’s all right being locked in if it’s a garden
and the magnolia blooms.

Light pooled. Poured. Pealing.

Later, when I was free, I did other things.  

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