And though the dirt never dries

 In Poems
(Last Updated On: July 24, 2017)

And though the dirt never dries
a simple circle makes it easy
—your fingertip begins to warm

then later the emptiness
it’s used to —by heart
curves in as if the grass

knows nothing about the tiny waves
leaving shore alone and the old life
already around your shoulders

—the dead never expected your lips
so close, on the bottom
will never know what they wanted.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. For more information, including free e-books, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” and a complete bibliography, please visit his website at

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