Steve Gerson
stepping from the tree break
the rabbit slung over my shoulder
head down tethered by withered sinew
one red pearl adorning its winter white ruff
a harvested cornfield before me barren to disuse
the shorn stalks now bone shards cracking underfoot
the abandoned house beyond it
paint mottled like age spots sun singed frost blistered
I studied the shack
a skull with vortex windows darkened
the door a splintered maw
wooden slats jagged as gnawed teeth
a cold wind moaned through the marrowless bones
scattering the shed’s memories across the broken field
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Steve Gerson, an emeritus English professor, writes poetry about life’s dissonance and dynamism. He’s proud to have published in Panoplyzine (winning an Editor’s Choice award), The Hungry Chimera, Toe Good, The Write Launch, and Ink & Voices.