. . . a plunk; a stumble; and now the pianist

at last nails the Tschaikovsky. All at once

the crazyquilt colors of practice clothes

collude kaleidoscopically, the dance

 

obliterates mere muscle, heavy lifting

translates to flight, and sublime locker room

aromas float off the dancers, wafting

our way to settle on us like perfume.

 

                        From “Rehearsal in Summer”

Jay Rogoff

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© 2016 by Jay Rogoff.

Venera

LSU Press, 2014 Speculation spreads like a cellist’s knees; she’s like no other, mirroring each mere word she reads, so what she reflects is mystery. I ache for her to apprehend me, perfected in her jewels’ white light stupid as a star, or to swing her eyes suddenly up at me— I’d enter their reflection, her deep mirror. That’s the world to live in, all in her head. From “The Mirror” Cover: Jan van Eyck, detail, The Ghent Altarpiece, oil on panel, 1432.