THREE POEMS BY NOAH ELI GORDON
A point of view apart from a personal embrace
watching the unfolding of an envelope
a red thread from a felt purse
landscape pulled in increments
or another anchor to architecture love
to the voice-over of someone older
if this desire for narrative outweighed
our willingness to concede an end
A due measure of duration
already dusk bringing a different feeling
to the scuttle of leaves, billboards outlining the city
outliving directives in a little book of prayers
a cue to place the pencil down & wait
for the refrain to repeat itself
somehow we sustain history
one hand making a fist, two a steeple
Simple as a wall painted blue
scaled from sovereignty to ethos
the logic of a button worn from overuse
I’d change my shirt to say “story of the day”
like a coin that previously fit the slot no longer deserving
another city’s disorder or the bird’s moronic circles
evolving a gentle etymology of sky
memory comes to sister the missing handles
* all poems from A Fiddle Pulled from the Throat of a Sparrow, New Issues, 2007.
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