Guest Poet Susan B. Frischer


Akimbo, he stands alone
looking by not directly at the spot.
He looks into some
unreachable cosmos
into which only he is allowed.

A desperate movement is made.
Not by him, but the other.
A hollow laugh
jumps from the emptiness
and he slowly begins to walk away.

Once again there is some
weak shuffling
but he kicks the debris
away with little effort.
He is gone.

From a secluded haven
a child crawls toward
the crumpled mass
and silently says goodbye
to his mother forever.

November, 1998

Susan B. Frischer's Questions:

1. Is the form that I am using acceptable?

2. Is the language which I use too simple?

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The Albany Poetry Workshop