Dance
Soggy fog: the lake slumps.
I was just about to wrap
& ribbon it when the one perfect birthday
gift for you seized my wrist & wriggled & twisted
off-key to the wrong song the lake
still likes to pluck its shallow harp
strings to & sing.
Martha Zweig, Hardwick
This poem which first appeared in Posit #38, January 2025, was posted for the VerseVillage celebration of April Poetry Month and is posted at Cork & Fork, Hardwick.
