Carol Moldaw

Issue #
September 6, 2013

Dream Loop #1

To suffer a loss of limb—

my right arm, my writing arm,

the foot I flex as I think—

to be crushed like a clove

under Krishna’s juggernaut—

pressed to a verjuice

of tears—even on waking whole,

night’s grief unstaunchable—

my father barefoot in snow.

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