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S. Thomas Summers


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The spilt merlot weaving
across the kitchen counter
reminds me of Moses,

his staff stirring the Nile
into a bloody sauce.
Or, if I circle my finger

in the wine’s dark hue,
it becomes a hurricane
gathering shards of salt

like clouds or a galaxy
swirling its arms across
this forgotten space beneath

the microwave, but it’s only
a trickle of merlot that will bruise
a kitchen sponge. The glass

lying on the counter,
a cut flower, needs to be refilled.
We’ll drink together in the dim

light that hides you
from the mess I’ve made.

 

© by S. Thomas Summers
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S. Thomas Summers is a professor/teacher of literature, writing, and philosophy at Wayne Hills High School and Passaic County Community College, both in Northern New Jersey. Much of Summers' poetry finds its foundation in the hills and forests that surround his home. Via his poetry, Summers hope to capture what is easy to see, but often difficult to notice. He is the author of two Pushcart nominated books, Private Hercules McGraw and The Journals of Lt. Kendall Everly, both stories of the American Civil War. He blogs at www.inkhammer.wordpress.com.

 


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