Where the sun
The cedars
A shadow on the slope
Where our flesh
Like the grass
And the grass like our flesh
When fever
Dissolves my bones
When I don’t know where I am
Where the turn
There is always a turn
A way to open the lips
To see to stand
To speak to praise
Deliver our mouth that wonder fruit
Jennifer Barber teaches at Suffolk University in Boston, where she edits the literary journal Salamander. Her poetry collections are Given Away and Rigging the Wind, both from Kore Press.
