PULL – V

Pull at the line
it won’t give
anchored
to a mammoth of a rock
an immobilized soul
fixed below.

Rising along
the taut cord
vibrating
with stubborn resistance
the remains of a life
unfathomable.

Waiting like before
at the white
cold table
for a presence
to walk in
offer a hand.

Peel back the silence
where do I go with this?
follow the line
outside
a bruised sky
call the cops.

– Diane Sophrin.
  Vermont, 12.29.18

 
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