Friday, December 11, 2020

Mortar by Susan Tepper

A tiny red flower
or maybe a leaf 
4 pronged—
size of my thumb nail
pokes through
a stone wall out back.
Coming apart
in places— the stones 
no longer neatly stacked 
for low walls,
but topsy-turvy, 
a soft aqua-green from
time and the elements
coloring mortar & rock.
Will time slip forward 
graciously, a tint of
same soft aqua-green
that brushes the stones  
naturally— without requests, 
without delay.





Susan Tepper is the author of nine published books of fiction and poetry.  Her most recent titles are CONFESS (poetry published by Cervena Barva Press, 2020) and the road novel WHAT DRIVES MEN (Wilderness House Press, 2019).  Tepper has received many honors and awards.  She’s a native  ) New Yorker.  www.susantepper.com


No comments:

Post a Comment

The Old Drunken Sailor By Wayne Russell

The old drunken sailor wanted to blaze like a red comet, across a failing skyline. He wanted to crash and burn into the bosom of mother eart...