Nancy Eimers

Issue #
September 8, 2014

Emily's Poems

Through my unhappiness today

         I read your work

    sun pouring down the pages

I see in,

                    so far

              a train and starling there,

     dune grass, the snow.So

           white, so cold. Oh friend,


you one-word-at-a-time

                    bide with me now

              you dazzling snow on children’s playhouses

    and funny trees

and silver train

                  behind my eyes

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