POEM FOR MY UNBORN THOMAS #61
& red bubble
of your stasis.
It is less
of open air.
POEM FOR MY UNBORN THOMAS #24
Take a swim, the tri-cornered shadow
of your elbow chasing your hand, chasing
your aim will be of some comfort,
when across the pond, I am waiting
with the nudges of fatherhood. Press
deep in the reeds when your feet
meet the lowest end. Sink a bit, sink
lower still if you feel the fish taking you in
as nature. When they’re done with you,
your novelty, it will be your decision
to stay there or take my lift. You could
live in the water, like you are now,
but our skin, always thickening,
always thinning, could stew the surf
& there is no tide, no retreating in Ohio.
Darren C. Demaree is living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children. He is the author of "As We Refer To Our Bodies" (2013) and "Not For Art Nor Prayer" (2014), both collections are to be published by 8th House Publishing House. He is also the recipient of two Pushcart Prize nominations.
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