This poem is taken from Stand 215, 15(3) October - November 2017.

Kate Behrens Two Poems
Between the Lines (Traces from a Small Tractor)

While you see pelvic shadows, platysmas, maybe
in chalkland, gazing from Britwell
behind dark bells and barrels of sheep
a matrix of queasy symmetry  
encases a swell of widening ribs.
It’s like Ravillious’ high-strung heartbeat
further excited by recent advances.

Then paler, like ghosted,  
free-wheeling lines crossing the track marks
make out a tractor veered off to nowhere
just as the cursive script of a daydream
overcomes these dead straight lines.

The rabbit I tamed yawns

She opens doors on intimate designs
like these along her jaw-line
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