2012 > Orison For The Forest

Excerpt from ORISON FOR THE FOREST (by Youna Kwak)

is what love looks like,
my physical heart

and all your means revealed to me, you are
the long green finger
pointing through the keyhole,
a hundred beetles gathered in a tree,

high tuft of cockscomb, snow on pine,
hex-heavy crown-green
over patch-thick trunks showing burnt sienna
on skin. Go to bed
I will come there soon,

To read the full text of Youna Kwak's poem, please visit: http://new.bostonreview.net/BR33.4/kwak.php and scroll to the third poem.