David Appelbaum


the hourglass curves
for good reason
near as full throng
pared to a loss
in the dark cauldron

I am that stone
cast to the bottom
with water refusing
the last passage

as when wind ceases
leaves fail to fall


Since then, appearance
only by surprise
in familiar places—
a hem of a skirt
in neon
a dog trademark
a secret code

always live that
high white contrail
the pure story
is never told

but expired
in a search

David Appelbaum lives in the Shawangunk Mountains. His most recent poetry collection, Jiggerweed, was published by Finishing Line Press [2011].
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