Comfort

Patty Seyburn

Leaden days, stratus clouds gauze the sky.
A sphere of hot plasma thaws the sky.

Belief is a phase, I said and shrugged.
Sans intervention, what could cause the sky?

Constellatory creatures lure the gaze.
When ursa shows up, canus paws the sky.

July and October fall in love, wed.
When crab appears, scorpion claws the sky.

I prefer my horizon uninterrupted.
That skyline ziggurat flaws the sky.

My daughter can render faces and figures.
When Sydney is worried she draws the sky.

Patty Seyburn

Patty Seyburn has published four books of poems: Perfecta (What Books Press, 2014), Hilarity (New Issues Press, 2009), Mechanical Cluster (Ohio State University Press, 2002), and Diasporadic (Helicon Nine Editions, 1998). She is a professor at California State University, Long Beach, and coeditor of POOL: A Journal of Poetry (www.poolpoetry.com).


Leaden days, stratus clouds gauze the sky. A sphere of hot plasma thaws the sky. Belief is a phase, I said and shrugged. Sans intervention, what could cause the sky? Constellatory creatures lure the gaze. When ursa shows up, canus paws the sky. July and October fall in love, wed. When crab appears, scorpion claws …

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