A Window in Time
A glance out a window, early morning—
blossoms, sudden, as if warmed by a midnight sun,
I swear not there yesterday,
in my mind’s eye the image
of cherry blossoms around the Tidal Basin, Washington, D.C.,
I was blind to after you died,
a death as sudden as any, that quick
universal end, irreversible, the light
dancing in the blooms suddenly here.
Bruce Parker holds an MA in Secondary Education from the University of New Mexico. He taught English as a Second Language, has worked as a technical editor and as a translator. His work appears in Triggerfish Critical Review, The Field Guide, October Hill, Cerasus, (UK) and elsewhere, and is forthcoming in Wild Roof, Crosswinds, and New American Writing.. He lives with spouse poet and artist Diane Corson in Portland, Oregon, and is an Associate Editor at Boulevard. Hie has published a chapbook, Ramadan in Summer...
The Marbled Sigh 