by Mark J. Mitchell
The cut stone
consoles his groping feet. Wings brush past him.
—Denise Levertov
Friends of the middle distance
climb stairs one by one
pulling each riser
up behind them. Then
placing it, just so, above
the empty air.
This gives the next friend
of the middle distance
a nice, unclear place
to stand.
They never grow tired of this.
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Mark J. Mitchell was born in Chicago and grew up in southern California. His latest poetry collection, Roshi San Francisco, was just published by Norfolk Publishing. Starting from Tu Fu was recently published by Encircle Publications.
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Psaltery & Lyre 