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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
HOLLY JONES
A Walk to a
Pier
The winter turned out to be the shade of my
tears.
We were walking through Riverside Park
when I noticed this phenomenon.
I looked at you askance and desperate.
Your breath rose indifferently into the gray air
smearing into the warm
hue
uttered by a red light
that pulsed gently
at the end of a dock.
There, a little wreck of a boat
treaded water
breathlessly,
drifting away piece by
piece
into the Hudson River.
I stood weak and quiet
until out of me came
a far away voice,
“By spring I’ll be gone.”
[Originally
published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Jones.htm.]