What We Fear Remains

Driving on back roads
Reciting a novena
The first signs of ice

Nothing lives for long unchanged
All have invisible wounds

And yet time passes

What fascinates us?
The soul leaving, whispering
Announcing our faults

I slightly off-balance
Stained glass harbors beckon me

                        What we fear remains

Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living on the banks of the Hudson River in Beacon, NY, where he happens to be the 2015-2016 poet laureate. His poetry and short fiction has appeared in Elm Leaves Journal, Caketrain, Jellyfish Review, Otoliths, and The Los Angeles Review, as well as other print and online journals.

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