Poetry – Sarah K Malone

A Good October for Maples

I did not think: next October will be faded.

I have my own way of standing half astride today
you must not think it’s a thing to get over

The error in the formula keeps us thinking.

I cannot say what anyone wore. Were skirts
about the knee?

On this coast houses are clearly references.
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From the sand cliffs where the math
confronting us takes on the blue
of distance you can watch for days