by Carolyn Clark

The globe haunts
a room corner    Brazil
casts a blue eye
to the sofa,
The Indian sea laps
against the wall, spits
salt,
overcast     And the Islands
of the Pacific
witness their first snow,
the window

That is soviet Russia.
soviet Poland.
I know it is useless,
Portugal begs from
the space of
a shadow,

Knows there is snow slanting
such ennui by the wall’s crease.

CAROLYN CLARK is a graduate of the English program at Elon University, is currently trying to live in New York, often wears dresses, eats almonds and pears, reads.