ASPECT
1.
Not as light as a brittle brown leaf,
or a train ticket home,
but almost as likely
to lift up out of reckless fingers
into the wind, down the street.
We’ll lunge, chase, and occasionally catch up.
2.
My sled’s steel runners,
father’s coat collar,
the fender of his car,
in this old photo’s narrow range of Polaroid greys
nailing down forever where light once was
and was not,
all increasingly and always
farther away.
ABOUT THE POET
Lee Potts is a poet living in Philadelphia. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Painted Bride Quarterly, Gargoyle, Door is a Jar, Burningword Literary Journal, Saint Katherine Review, 8 Poems, andAmethyst Review. You can find more of his work at LeePotts.net.
ABOUT SUGAR HOUSE REVIEW
We’ve loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), so now we want an opportunity to better hear our contributors. We will feature an audio recording of a poem from one of our seven issues, read by the poet and updated every couple of weeks. This an open invitation to all contributors from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to hear it.
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