Avalanche
After the tumbling
of a wave of snow
has quieted
and you are trapped
in depth and whiteness,
you should clear a space
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Avalanche
After the tumbling
of a wave of snow
has quieted
and you are trapped
in depth and whiteness,
you should clear a space
At the donut shop, Victor followed the manager Kurt’s instructions and asked his first customer of the day if she had an AARP card. “You get a free donut if you have one.”
I looked up. The vultures were circling. Chris would've pointed to the mangroves and said, "There must be something dead in there.” The dead thing of the moment was lobster. Summers were dead here. Then, at the end of July, the place filled up with lobster divers. That’s what they called them, divers, but the water was so shallow it was less like diving and more like reaching your hand out of your boat and grabbing a lobster.
gem
I’d just bought limes
dreaming up autumn skies
at the close of empty party bags
full of the same
leaning a bad haircut
“Can you clear some of the stuff out of the attic?” my husband asks. “I need to fix that cracked window. The clutter’s in my way.”
I rarely write in coffee shops. I prefer the privacy of working at home, where I can protect my anonymity as an unpublished author; I don’t want other café patrons to observe me as I struggle to write.