Sunday, March 13, 2022

 the touch By Keith Pearson


the black pool, nightswimming
a cold and vivid bloodshot
   and fear
in the domain of creatures
blind and without purpose.

and she turns, ahead of him
skin pale against this blurred sight
wet and slick, surprised
but not too surprised.

and just out of the grasp
of his reaching hand.






Keith Pearson
I live in southern New Hampshire and works with special ed students at a local high school.

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