A poem by Geraldine Green

  Cracked ice Muffled chink of milk bottles handled             by the milkman’s barely unfrozen fingers when I was younger you gave me             a hard rock in a soft place the space between             my outspread palms mouth of a closing door             opening wider sound of ice in the river             my face when I look at myself             in the mirror. I must remember these when I go … Continue reading A poem by Geraldine Green