Stirring : A Literary Collection

Peter Douglas


      Dedicated to the memory of the poetís cousin,  
      Suzanne Kondratenko
      (March 3, 1974óSeptember 11, 2001, World Trade Center)

Manhattan, like a fat gold paperweight,
you hold down the Atlantic seaboard, curling
with salt and ocean breath.  I have come late
back home, to fragments, flustered papers hurling
themselves about in corners -- I have left
the window propped.  And Crumbles, my calico --
doubtful, obese, and old -- has halted the theft
and crabbed one battered item.  Does she know,
as worn and bruised as it is, sweated on
beneath her paw, this scrap of passion still
means most to me?  Because itís here, not gone
to shadowed puddles off the windowsill,
or moon coins, or out West.  Thereís some must stay
behind, until thereís something new we cannot not say.

Peter Douglas
Date of Birth: 12/12/78
Location: Stanford, California & Washington, DC
Publications: The GW Review, The Hollins Critic, The Mindís Eye, Paperplates, Rattapallax, The Red Booth Review, Stirring V3:E3, V3:E5, V3:E6, The Tucumcari Literary Review, The Wisdom Project, Writerís Journal

Stirring : A Literary Collection

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