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"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." Anne Sexton 

Heather Brager is a critically acclaimed juggler of calamity, an accomplished procrastinator, and shuffler of idioms. Her poetry and drawings can be found in various digital and print journals around the globe, and on the web.  She currently resides in New England and prefers the precipice of where the Atlantic meets the sand to the official looking office where she spends most of her time. 

Monday, March 29, 2010

The familiarity of water.

it’s a sodden trail
again today
appearing as soft and soaked
as the river’s edge
when the torrent
a line is waving parallel
but the water’s long gone
someplace downstream

there’d be sugar
on her lips
if not for half moon bites
of a bland sandwich
scanning across
the swell
she waits for a juicy bit
but she never quite
cuts through
the fat

it’s just that tender rub
that place
slightly beyond
her clear line of sight
it’s over a decade
a never-reaching step
and the piece she missed
because the water
made her
feet numb

1 comment:

  1. Hmm.. Interesting.
    A lot of the poetry I've seen on blogspot tends towards square meaning, unambiguous imagery... And that fine, it can be done quite well... But I especially like poems like this one where, instead of have one point of meaning painted on a curtain in front of an open window, you have a clear pool on the top of which there are concentric ripples of meaning formed by each word.