The Maynard
Spring 2018

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Lynx

        A lynx keen in the old barn
        & the moon making twenty joists

                Whatever business has the lynx in there I thought when
I’d see him roaming the peripheral reeds every one overfull of nitrates getting
too long too fast / flimsy, unfit
    to attend the lives of pike swimming by

        & I’d wedge the barn doors shut with a stone

        obviate his sadness by leaving bits
        of duck about

              But next I’d see him with the look of exit heading off
              and the barn doors still sticking tight so that when finally we met there

with all the shears and rakes watching from their hooks it was twilight.
It was a gloaming current in the place. And with light on the wane we shut up,
a few sets of desires between us,
                we shared a delicate gloom.