It’s hopeless! every nail…

It’s hopeless! every nail
exhausted, falls over
as if the treeline

—there’s not enough air
though the hammer, half
relentless, half turning back

the way all rescue begins
just below the horizon
for leverage—Casey

the nail you lift up
can be used again
—a second try to hold together

the same sky, familiar now
—there’s hope—darkness
is what you’re learning

for when a warm breeze
bends down to cup your hands
around the evening star

you will soon wait for
till all that’s left to breathe
is a love song, one after another

—you pull out this nail
as if it were a flower
maybe tomorrow, would become

your voice, already scented
and in your arms
a beautiful woman is listening.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Osiris, Poetry, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities”, please visit his website at

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