Bill Harney teaches literature at Endicott College, north of Boston. His poetry appears frequently at Ibbetson Street, BRICKrhetoric, and other fine small magazines.

Something Mocks Us
By Bill Harney

in a broken doll,
hair askew,
a leg that folds
or won’t fold right,
an eye gone missing,
painted brows erased (not anyone now),
that Chevrolet’s front seat far from the road,
this wood pile turned to cork,
a neighbor’s swing set with the swings removed
and all the blue and white shards of shattered plates
our shovels unearth.