Swimmer’s feet kick off from rock’s end into new shallows in-between of suspension heart buoyed up by succession of events as lived in our 30s a new clarity happens with each turn of calendar, as with erosion, distillation, settling of silt onto river beds and ocean floors I wade with purpose until I can onlyContinue reading “Interstice”
Author Archives: Mabel Lee
“A Perhaps Hand”
Spring is a slap to the senses — go out, be happy, live! — now that the light stays longer there is cause for wide-open eyes and heart that billows out to any body of water. The tree that you have been watching all fall, all winter, in the school lot, giving out on hopeContinue reading ““A Perhaps Hand””
City Limits
Habitual return into lands of outer Philadelphia highway along reeds and pale water grey a source for exhale, exile power plant giants call the edge their home — these late afternoon hauls and winding hum from lane to dust-shaded pavement darkened in deep-thought rain — always the bridge is its blue, and its criss-cross beamsContinue reading “City Limits”
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