Elegy
The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay,
spinning the short-clipped waves like the notes on the brass cylinder
of a music box—sky as open lid, miniature ballerina turning
more and more slowly in place
though these waves keep pulsing—no familiar tune
to let go when the ballerina finally stops.
By the same author
The Other by Sally Bliumis-Dunn
The poems in this feature look at how a certain distance or feeling of seeming “otherness” between the speaker and her/his/their subject creates a kind of unexpected intimacy, insight, understanding.
Nathan McClain on “Previously Owned”: An interview with Sally Bliumis-Dunn
It is a real treat and honor, not only to have been published in Plume Anthology 10, but also to be in this sustained conversation with you, which has been very lovely.