Simon Perchik’s most recent poem to appear here was Not lace—a saucer (August 2016)
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Even in the dark
your shadow is slipping away
covering the floor with rain
and what’s saved once the night
overflows—hold me! put a stop
to arms that are not arms
no longer can close the door
from so far off, nothing
though you cling to a board
that has no one inside to bury
is clenched between your teeth
and the black coat dragged
by water, by this single window
for hours circling to come down
look for glass and the others.
Wow! This poem is beautiful and deep!
Touching!