Volume 9 (Spring 2015)

Simon Perchik



These fences, half done, half

still counting the afternoons

that return alone and those

with no way out the dead

must like it here, come by

bring the family, lawns, let you

get to know the neighbor's

birthdays, what they remember

this colony has built its city

on staves broken off as sunlight

that looks away though the gate

is open, used to your shadow

spreading out to cool, holding off

step by step where the name goes

when you give it back and in shame.

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The Nation, Osiris, Poetry, The New Yorkera, and elsewhere. His most recent collection is Almost Rain, published by River Otter Press (2013).

On Libations: "My favorite drink is Merlot, a small glass before dinner with others."