Ginna Wilkerson, Inevitable Passages
On Central Park Lake at 1 am
Eric Raanan Fischman
the oars on the boat rowed as if
they had oars of their own
the moon, blue and forsaken
closed its one eye
emptiness, and the movies
shadows in the tomb of your breath
the water that night, do you
remember? how cold it was
how unforgiving, the movie
of our lives and the empty moon
bathing in the black water
like candlesticks
the oars held their fingers
in the moon’s one eye
and your mouth and mine
closed forever
Eric Raanan Fischman
the oars on the boat rowed as if
they had oars of their own
the moon, blue and forsaken
closed its one eye
emptiness, and the movies
shadows in the tomb of your breath
the water that night, do you
remember? how cold it was
how unforgiving, the movie
of our lives and the empty moon
bathing in the black water
like candlesticks
the oars held their fingers
in the moon’s one eye
and your mouth and mine
closed forever