Today's poem is by Leah Nielsen
Apology, a Love Poem
How the small fire reaches into the fallen branches,
and the lawn chairswebbing cracked, frames worn
to bent like the edge of land along the riverholdthe weight of us, and how a dull fleshing knife
takes to the tangle of hooks, last year's line still stuck
to some and how I'll say I'm sorryuntil I forgive myself. And how the sticks root
in the sand, the chalk line bound to them.
Apologize until I forgive youfor what you didn't do. How easily
the night crawlers slip onto the hooks, knot
themselves around the end. How you toss the trotlinesmooth as water into the water and the water smoothes
itself into the night, and the night pulls
the sparks from the fire and nothing fades.
Copyright © 2003 Leah Nielsen All rights reserved
from Quarterly West
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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