Three Poems by Lee Varon


What It Is To Be Lost 1. A dark vortex I see your life sucked into I have no way to bring you back my poems are small flags waving on a red hillside We only know love when we know what it is to be lost     2. For Karen Hale – mother […]

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Two Poems by Lee Varon


Thanksgiving This Thanksgiving you’re sober. Your words aren’t slurred, eyes aren’t bloodshot; you and your sister tease me about my driving. Slowly, I reach our destination. Out past Holyoke, Lee, Hudson, to Millerton. Silos, still groups of cows and sheep replace shopping malls, service areas. Hemlock, fir and white birch replace maple and oak. Breathing […]

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