Day Labor
Day Labor was printed on letterpress by Jo Mish (Serpent & Eagle Press) in an edition of 210 copies, of which 75 are bound in paper handmade by Phil Young.
The book includes a sequence of ten 13-line sonnets, as well as 5 line drawings by Phil Young, all at the coast of Maine at Ogunquit where the poems are also set.
Day Labor V
I roll this stone over and over like a riddle:
what you love most, leave for another. Tossed
back in the surf, it rolls one side orange
with a seam of blue over one side blue
with a seam of orange. No room left for the human
touch. A woman lies embedded in the stones
the waves have moulded exactly like a wave, exactly.
She's found the one place their curvatures fits
her own, as if she had ridden in on a scallop
shell, the arc of a dolphin, or barefoot
crossed the tide, while I must have crawled out
once, gasping in the strange, thin air,
or twice, a near casualty, grateful to be spared.
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