“Brushed,” by Ho      0
Sand’s similarity to scarabs? Or a
rosa dolorosa, every petal
thorned? Or swallows up close.
“The tail is forked and as elegant
as a trout’s, but more attenuated,
just short of baroque,” says the
I quote.

     Harry succinct long gone
     to the lake with his tackle
     looking for lily berries,
     looking for blue pearls.
     holds his eyes. A silver weir.