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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 8, Number 3, September 2014


Tish Davis
Concord Township, Ohio, USA

Beyond the Anchoring Ground

They follow invisible corridors, arriving from and leaving for faraway places. With the winter lay-up not that far behind and the icebreakers finished, Lake Erie opens her treasure chest. A few Caspian Terns are resting on the nearby sandy shore, but I’m watching the one that soars over the lake slowly flapping its broad wings in the windy and still cold air.

coming to life
in the cold
that monstrous great lake freighter—
my lover
already walking wide-legged

his black cap,
a flannel freshly laundered
the winter
he wants to keep
in his brown duffle

Lake Erie
without an ice cover
curling up
all by itself
breaking on the shore

why did I
buy a house
with a widow’s walk?
this unmarried me
on this narrow platform

even on days
without fog
I open the door
and step out
out onto this narrow walk

The tern’s hover is brief. It’s about to plunge. From this perch, I cannot hear its screech; I cannot see the dagger-like tip of its dark-red bill.



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