You listen the way this stone
senses when its prey no longer has a pulse and swallows it whole though your ears work like that widen for the embrace and quiet that afternoon still wandering the Earth as rain and those pebbles a child finds on the beach –one by one tossed at the sun or something in between taking so long to die –what you hear is losing its breath is crumbling and in your arms.
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Simon PerchikSimon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The Osiris Poems published by box of chalk, 2017. For more information, including free e-books, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com. |