by Mark Senkus

Published in Issue No. 223 ~ December, 2015

a leaf worm stretches out

on the sidewalk after a rain

racing warm sun to the other side

but I look closer and see

it is already too late

its movement is an illusion

it is quite dead and

desiccated upon the

cement

his final bed pinned

to a gravestone

for all to walk over

 

springtime is here

but some of us have

difficulty seeing past

the end of a long

winter.

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Mark Senkus lives in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and works as a psychotherapist. He has appeared in Chiron Review, Miller's Pond, and Rattle Poetry Journal. Senkus recently began writing again after a twelve year hiatus from poetry.
  • ina

    This is beautiful.