Plumb Edges
Find a wall. Touch silt.
Get a good foothold.
The mode of supposition
is a pre-existing idea:
of unburnt ember,
of the remains of quavers,
of lists of notes soon-to-go missing;
the last necessary exhalations
foraging in oaked offices
where loss sleeps in a drawer.
James Ducat’s work has appeared in Word Riot, CutBank, Spoon River Poetry Review, and others. He teaches writing, and lives in Southern California with his son in a house painted pink.
