Sunday, March 01, 2015

Mom

Loss is a lake
frozen black,
stretched
like a smile
for half a mile,
skaters falling
through its
cracked teeth,
down the throat
of winter water
into the stomach
of sand, sediment
and rusty soda cans,
way beneath
the reach of rope
or a stick
from the shoreline's
weeping willow.
Who is that
I hear wailing?

Katherine Gotthardt
copyright March 1, 2015

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