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You limp the way a stream will soothe a single rock and along the bottom remembers this path as darkness and dry leaves though you don’t look down —you hear it’s raining: the hush not right now [...]

Here was the chair, what’s left Is flooring, in time prairie mist and bridges while the still dry wood pulls you slowly across no longer alive, your hand crackling in the fire — you sign up for [...]

As if its nest is too shallow this branch tests for rocks the way streams are nourished by some sea whose roots still reach out for shoreline and stars already drinking from the night sky — you [...]

Simon Perchik was born in Paterson, New Jersey in 1923 and made his living as an attorney in New York. Since 1964 he has published eighteen books of poetry, including The Gandolf Poems (White [...]

This flower pressing against my palms — celestial navigation must come easy scanning my hands for arcs and islands — I want to be there when its fragrance finds where you have hidden [...]