Missing: Words == Have You Seen This, Child?She hovered between thin pages,
Deliciously fingering leaves as thin
Lacking the grasp to
Contain the disparate suffering
Of dusk in the bayou,
She returned to a memory.
The universe progresses forth
Through minute details -- moments
That may or may not be absorbed into language;
A single finger tracing a line
Down the diaphanous length of wrist's flesh;
The space between the slender curve of question mark
To the barren bloom of period's diameter.
With coarse desperation, she paused between
The syllables of words that curled her into a palm:
An unseen arm beat her Gatsby boats on
And she smiled guilessly, engorged
With each dispatch possibility.
You have words, she sounded,
Sheepsmeadow, Central Park, Labor Day 2005