Always more—stepping stones…

Always more—stepping stones
scented with the slow bend
in a river burning itself out

—they tire easily
are lying on the grass
winding things up

though sometime the sound
comes from the small rocks
breaking off for the dead

then left where snow is expected
from your shoulder and hers
—there is so little room

and she is just one person
turning back a long time
without anything to lose.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, Osiris, 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 http://www.simonperchik.com.

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