Untamed Margins

Darkness
like slabs of concrete
and now the sound of the black—

A slit bugle sound
drawing in stillness and quiet

Sketch me a picture of dark
with new chalk
and do not frame it

Hung along the black wall
the picture settles in—
eyes huge and perfect

Below a bloodstone darkens
then lightens

A conception of timed life
emerges uncracked

Roberta “Bobby” Santlofer (1943-2020) was a mother of sons, an avid reader, and a poet. A posthumous collection of her poetry is forthcoming. Santlofer’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Gargoyle, Philadelphia Stories, Grey Sparrow Journal, and elsewhere.

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