Lee Posna

A Sky Is there no way to see the Scorched, scoreless, serious Syrian Sky blue—across it A carrier pigeon flies from Damascus To Sidon (Toghtekin to al-Assad)— ‘Fatimids sending forces’—across Cymbal-crash-bright, deep, clear azure, clean As swiss of hot sword on whetstone ringing Across crusade sky?     A Sky Is there no way to see the Kapiti sky’s five-mile-high stretcht-wool- Arabic saad-saad-faa: ص ص ف virga-born paraphs and sublimed cirrus (horsehair (ice)) clouds (send sun back out, seal in infrared like fat poplar crampt into roof and gable); to see shifting north a mile or two below swift shady“Lee Posna”

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