Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










ATTENDANCES by Barton Smock

A palm overtaken by the long audience of touch, a hand

left for god
by a spider, a child

packing snow into the dream of a mother’s knee,

a shadow
eaten by a rock, a rock

eating nothing
in a church, the angel

assigned
to a lost
microscope, the order

in which
we’re imagined


BARTON SMOCK