Thursday, December 10, 2020

New Book! The Weston Poems by Simon Perchik

I can't breathe, the tub
half coffin, half rust
--once inside the shower

its fragile spray takes hold
tighter and tighter till the rain
can't wait :winds

are nothing new here
though I can break loose
untied, reborn, cleaned

the way this spider was paired
with the Earth, crawling closer
while the sun waits

stuck to the bottom
trapped by the black dot
it warms and escapes

only as morning, one strand
surrounded by dew
and the others.

Simon Perchik, an attorney, was born 1923 in Paterson, NJ and educated at New York University (BA English, LLB Law). His poems have appeared in various literary journals including Cholla Needles, Partisan Review, Poetry, The Nation, and The New Yorker.

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