Squat low, lodge between growth and doubt. Question
how pigment reaches your eyes, true gardeners of color
not absorbed by sun. Ask if the sun absorbed all color,
would you use touch to see the clovers’ green? There’s
color in touch. The brain’s a rainbow. The body: a slow-
moving memory, the eyes wild fragments of wing bones.
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Theresa Senato Edwards has published two full-length poetry books—one with painter Lori Schreiner, which won The Tacenda Literary Award for Best Book—and two chapbooks. Edwards was nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize, received creative writing residencies from Drop Forge & Tool and Craigardan, and is a poetry editor for American Poetry Journal.