The Unending Pleasure of an Empty Chair

bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbfor Monica Berlin

 

 

your face like glass

along a lake

 

though language

falls short of experience

 

in a way we dream

of looking out

 

and as for second

street, there is no avenue

 

worth the weight

of a chair in pennies

 

it’s nice to meet

the lake and its face

 

there are so many places

to swim

 

*

Adam Clay’s third book of poems is Stranger (Milkweed Editions, 2016).
His poems have appeared in Ploughshares, Crab Orchard Review, Boston
Review, Iowa Review, The Pinch, and elsewhere. A co-editor of TYPO
Magazine, he serves as a Book Review Editor for The Kenyon Review, and
teaches at the University of Illinois Springfield.

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