August 2017
After teaching at a college in South Florida for thirty years, I retired, and my wife and I have traveled around the country, and moved twice in the past two years. Now that we are settled, we are looking forward to exploring our new city and making new friends. Some of my poems have appeared recently in such journals as The Broken Plate, The Comstock Review, Exit 7, The Lake, and Third Wednesday. Amsterdam Press published a chapbook of my poems entitled The Arboriculturist in 2010. Check out my author's page on Facebook or go to my blog at http://www.michaelminassian.com.
Like Black Rocks
I’ve created a string
of dark objects
against this white paper:
flat black rocks ringing
the outer edge of the card,
a border that moves
in on itself
meeting in midair.
It is possible
that there is no meaning
here in any language
and there never was.
Only the weight
of emotions
to be placed
in the poet’s pocket
before entering
the deepest part
of the lake.
originally appeared in The Galway Review, 2015.
© 2017 Michael Minassian
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