—after Tomas Tranströmer Winter’s iron bell mutes the white tulip and the peony. The arguments among the jays no longer scrape the air. In the glacial nights my regrets pace the corridors. And what I’m trying to say hangs out of reach like the fruit of a different season.
Laura Ann Reed is a Contributing Editor with The Montréal Review. Her poems have appeared in seven anthologies, including Poetry of Presence II, as well as in numerous journals. Her most recent work is forthcoming in Illuminations. Her forthcoming chapbook, Homage to Kafka, will be published in July, 2025. See lauraannreed.net.
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I do love a short poem that packs so much inside it ❤️
Oooo. Love that ending. :)