I am cracking the egg in my
hand on my chest a thousand ways
today, on the bench I like by
the pansies. What was there
felt all for me, the time of morning
between rush hour and lunch
break, all but the backed-in delivery trucks
gone still and inside. A warm wind started
stirring that felt closer to nature
than to the office buildings, as if
coming up from some creek. I wished
to hear a train whistle for the simple
papered unfolding of longing a person feels
going anyplace good and strange. I am missing
this place early and too easily; where it used
to be I’d hold it all closed I’ve instead
extended this open space in me out.
ABOUT THE POET
Emma Aylor is the author of the chapbook Twos (Dancing Girl Press, 2014). Her poems have appeared inHandsome, the Adirondack Review, Two Serious Ladies, Vinyl, and elsewhere.
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