Simon Perchik’s most recent poem to appear here was * (February 2013).

These windows know all about lakes
By Simon Perchik

These windows know all about lakes
hiding among the dead—by instinct
the glass freezes, just so

and slowly, you carve two initials
as if the name underneath
would follow the way a small hole

heats the ice, lures the fish closer
taking hold though the glare
is already marshland, drains

where one finger let go
the other and the room fills
counts on you to come.