Michael Spring
the door is in the river
the door is caught on a shelf of falling water
it is held by the broken branches of the children’s fallen rope-swing tree
the round glass window on the door is cracked
cloud after cloud shatters – fragments – regurgitates and disappears into itself like some cubist painting animated
the door flexes and shudders – a stiff wing
murky water slops and slobbers over the edges
perhaps the children’s rope-swing rope is coiled beneath this door –
perhaps it has already slipped away
past the graveled shallows a hundred miles downstream
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d | Michael Spring is the author of two poetry books: blue crow (Lit Pot Press, Inc.) and Mudsong (Pygmy Forest Press). His poems have appeared in numerous publications, including: The Atlanta Review, Dublin Quarterly, Midwest Quarterly, Poems Niederngasse, and The Pedestal Magazine. He won the 2004 Robert Graves Award (IMago Poetry/UK). email: Michael Spring |
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