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Poetry
by S. Thomas Summers
On
a Teacher Contemplating Snow
Neighborhood children will etch their names
wielding the brittle digits of oak and birch. I'll
watch from the window, wrapped in morning,
my t-shirt seasoned with coarse crumbs: rye toast,
stale chocolate chip cookie. Snowball arsenals
will rise - small mounds of war. An evil child
will pack his cache with stone, wish to bloody
a small girl searching for a pine cone, a perfect
snowman nose - but let her bleed. On that day,
she'll not be my charge. I'll want to pet the dog.
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Soup
Although I ask for chicken
choked with noodles as flaccid
as eels, a pot of split pea simmers
on the stove. And though I prefer
sneakers worn with puddle splashes
and autumn beach sand, polished
dress shoes loiter near the hope chest -
each stuffed with new hosiery: argyle
and cashmere. And when I reach
from the room's dark corner,
trace my finger across the flesh
of your left thigh, you ask me
to grace your right. And I do.
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S. Thomas Summers is a teacher
of Writing and Literature at Wayne Hills High School in Wayne,
NJ and an adjunct writing professor at Passaic County Community
College in Wanaque, NJ. He is the author of two poetry chapbooks:
Death Settled Well (Shadows Ink Publications, 2006) and Rather,
It Should Shine (Pudding House Press, 2007). His poetry has also
appeared in 2River View, Rope and Wire, The Pedestal Magazine,
and Literary Bohemian, among other print and electronic journals.
Contact him at www.sthomassummers.webs.com. He'd love to hear
from you.
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