The Public Works Department van
as spiders will refill
a damaged strand, its frost
too heavy— this street
snapped! kids by the armfuls
falling through, the school
ringing toward laughter and escape
and faith once abstract
now warms and wraps.
Our Main Street snared, the sun
all evening will eat the light
that quit struggling, barely breathes
sprawled against my arms
— again my arms
with nothing to embrace
listening for a nourishment
a rake and shovel and repair.
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The New Yorker, Tipton Poetry Journal and elsewhere. Rafts (Parsifal Editions, 2007) is his most recent collection. Family of Man (Pavement Saw Press) is scheduled for Fall 2009. For more information, including his essay “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” and a complete bibliography, please visit his website at www.geocities.com/simonthepoet.