Untitled: Poetry by Simon Perchik


You listen the way this stone
senses when its prey
no longer has a pulse
and swallows it whole
though your ears work like that
widen for the embrace
and quiet that afternoon
still wandering the Earth
as rain and those pebbles
a child finds on the beach
–one by one tossed at the sun
or something in between
taking so long to die –what you hear
is losing its breath
is crumbling and in your arms.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Poetry, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013). For more information, free e-books and his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com.


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