After resting all night the sun
Simon Perchik
After resting all night the sun
closes in the way you make the turn
one time more, crack open this faucet
and with the same hand a lamb
is taken from its mother
as you reach around your shoulder
by turning out the light
and though you still wear it to bed
this jacket lives in a place
where darkness is comfortable
inside the soft breeze circling down
to become the sleeves, familiar
with crushed glass, has dawns
that sleep on tip-toe while one arm
is left to soak in this small sink
while the other is drifting out to sea
as more salt for your eyelids and lips
that have forgotten how to open.
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Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The Gibson Poems published by Cholla Needles Arts & Literary Library, 2019. For more information, including free e-books and his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities,” please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com.
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