The Stoics
False winter, suffering
without words. On the riverbank
frozen water, foot over ice.
Brittle mirror. A boy fell in last
year, branch reached out to catch
a receding hand. Over in an hour.
Mother collapsed on glass
leaves, you held her
shaking under a thick blanket.
Never a word. No sound
except pen scratching paper.
They say it was horrible to watch.
Two hours later the sky savage clear.
Quick, quicker, quickest.
Charles Kell is the author of Cage of Lit Glass, chosen by Kimiko Hahn for the 2018 Autumn House Press Poetry Prize. Twitter: @charles_kell. Website: charleskell.com
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