Walk Fragment

sphinx

she says into the wind

with Nordic braids

I upbraid her with I hope not

reflecting now

she just came from Cairo

fast unwontedly unwantedly

she misses the muezzin in evening glow

he (the tape I suspect)

shot me awake 4AM

lying naked in open window

onto Via Dolorosa (Austrian Hospice)

circle-parry

waylaid academy

fleuret et épée

not to be foiled

we sit amid the hedges

scars run across her face

thin ones

one needs a raking light to see

        — Morgan Russell (published in Vanitas 1, 2005)