Two poems by L.S. Asekoff
Caste & Put
who works of
wets her
he sought at
sums to
dapple its
dew as
very when
flects
the night
you sput
it but you
seize it
as its bill
is due
oft hat it
tips or
re ember
ring falls
the emer
all
wells
down to
my gray in
vested
raven’s nest
& so
TAKEMITSU
after sharpening
& lifting up
he played thru
the interval
it takes to
the circuitous
recalling how
in turn is
revealed as
a stone’s
atonement for
a tree
looking back
there would be
no space between
like finally
ephemera
kyoto spring
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L. S. Asekoff, former director of the Brooklyn College M.F.A. Program, has published four books of poetry: Dreams of a Work, North Star, The Gate of Horn and Freedom Hill.
