Ekphrastic Feature

Week Five

UNTITLED (THROWBLANKETS)

by Pete Driessen

Aubade

by Geffrey Davis

          One grief, all morning—: it matters where

in the body we finally hang

          the turn: too high & nothing larger than

loss throws down against the laden light.

          It takes a lower risk to ring

the next darkest depth from the other side

          of everything—another venous truth

torqued from the bright length of blood.