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by Simon Perchik
Lost and without a wall you are unsure
what stays dark, what will move
once a flashlight is waved in front
and the plane in the picture begins to flicker
taking hold one hand all these years
dead, smothered under the frame
half dry wood, half morning
and though there’s no sky yet
you are flying again
wobbled by winds no one sees anymore
making room in the fleece-lined glove
that can’t tell where your fingers are.
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Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan
Review, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. For more information,
including his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” and a complete
bibliography, please visit his website at www.simonperchik.com.
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