Today's poem is by Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr.
An other the soul I imagined an organ
filling those cities no longer desolate
as fishermen lift netting I was young
walked along a brook never did sink
a water strider with rocks our father
an other the soul I imagined an organ
like the liver reddish brown secreting
bile but high-ceilinged room enough
for our grief a table & some chairs
Copyright © 2016 Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr. All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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