#Poetry Wed: “Slow Swirl at the Edge of the Sea” by Elizabeth McLagan

“…Here the unbound

fields, white flags of surrender, unanchored blossoms,
apple under a veil of arabesques, the red and white lines

of a blank staff whose notes have flown like great birds
still hovering, a flutter of leaves, still vibrato, still

dervish, sleep sink and float, not yet the doorway, not yet
the pull and drag of the body out of the other-ocean.”

Read the entire poem at Boulevard Magazine.