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February

A mist appalls the windshield.
So I still see trees as moral lessons,
as I pass under them, shadowy and astute.

The glazed aspen branches hover.
Ice heats up and cracks, road tar steams
like some animal where the blush

of cheek is chilled by annunciation.
I cannot say her face was trauma driven.
I'm still saturated with her, taking in

her etched-in countenance, otherworldly,
enveloping, frightening, the face you can't see,
pressed against it. So how can you imagine

what it feels like? Their gravity suffices,
the sealed and straining torsos
of aspens, an affront to our high-pitched moans,

feverish with disarray. Our expressions
have too much God in them, too much cloud, too much
blood on nail, too much arrow, too much quiver.

Credit


"February," from Grazing by Ira Sadoff, published by the University of Illinois Press. Copyright © 1998. Used by permission of the author.

Author


Ira Sadoff

Ira Sadoff was born in Brooklyn, New York, on March 7, 1945,

Date Published: 1998-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/february