by Stephanie Smith

Published in Issue No. 208 ~ September, 2014

I sit on the porch,

dangling at the tip

of a humdrum afternoon

I cling for dear life on the

edge of an espresso cup

 

I flex my thoughts

I stretch and bend

like the light in my eyes

and learn physics by osmosis

beneath the glaring gloom of the sun

 

Where does the day go, I wonder—

where does it hide—

when night throws it asunder?

Do the scattered pieces run for cover

when the moon’s iron fist appears?

 

Shall I retreat inside when evening falls,

shroud my mirrors with black curtains,

to mourn the death of the day?

A day that will not missed, after all

 

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Stephanie Smith's poetry has appeared in such publications as STRONG VERSE, THIRD WEDNESDAY, FORGE, RED RIVER REVIEW, and FOLIATE OAK. She lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania.