GHAZAL FOR SOLOMON AND THE WAY WE LOOK AT OUR FEET
Put a pair
of long throated pants beneath a full blushing skirt.
My beloved has laid me down in sweet breathless clover
and I have
The stars hide from the city and so they tie banners
in the park.
A war is won by those who hide their injuries best.
Re-lace the boot
O my dove, my love for you is deepest when you are
I only saw The Gates in Central Park once, from a taxi window. Now they're gone. See also "Song of Solomon" and Adrienne Rich's "Ghazals: Homage to Ghalib."