Land's Cape

A weekly poem, read by the author.
May 23 2001 3:00 AM

Land's Cape

Think water, its diamonds
on the brink of sinking,
a pleasure boat, Pleasure
painted—ital.—midhull,
a cold glass thrust up
to shore—highrise at sunset—

its bubbling fast,
       the short life of ice,

the sand, with its hilly secrets,
a rug of weed thrown over
backyard trash, and a spigot
of leaves screening what
the sun might do
to a lettuce plume.

Terese Svoboda's most recent book of poetry is her fifth, Weapons Grade.

  Slate Plus
Slate Picks
Nov. 21 2014 1:38 PM What Happened at Slate This Week? See if you can keep pace with the copy desk, Slate’s most comprehensive reading team.