Thursday, a week before X-mas,
twenty-five below in darkening
Halcyon Days I walked to my car,
cleared the snow. Rain had frozen
in sheets. My mother graduated to a greater consciousness, the priest
said. The back side of a tightly wound low,
ground blizzards all day
after the blaze of her funeral.
Snow that let-up on Monday,
lake effect that cleared in LaPorte.
A hung-over, dilapidated moon, road scar,
some innocence lingered over all our
attempts to escape this gravitational field.
Istanbul Literary Review - May 2010 Edition (#17)
John Minczewski
USA
John Minczeski's A Letter to Serafin was published by the University of Akron Press this past summer. He is also the author of four other collections and two chapbooks. Recent poems appear in Big City Lit, Cerise Press, poetrymagazine.com, Kritya, and others. He lives in the Twin Cities where he works as a poet in the schools, and teaches in colleges occasionally as an adjunct.
