April 2021
Bio Note: I am looking to spring in a way I have never done before, being more inclined
toward darkness. As I write this I am feeling a little bit of new hope, what with the increasing abundance
of vaccines, a kinder political climate, and the publication of In the Muddle of the Night, co-written
with Alan Walowitz and published by Arroyo Seco Press.
Potholes
After a winter of hard weather,
the road ahead lies pitted,
pocked by cold and heaviness—
small depressions to catch a tire,
or a tired traveler too weary
to veer, bleary-eyed and maybe
indifferent by now.
Spring water pools in the wells
formed when the smooth
surface cracked—still water
reflecting new green trees,
the sky above, the moving truck
bearing down in the middle distance.
©2021 Betsy Mars
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