Mimi German
Among Antlers
winter sun scalds your skin of memory
of warmth shattering all reserves beneath the callous
your eyes so almost frozen in the wind the rain
prevented me from going bankrupt
walking past my heart i see you
your shirt wet clinging
hope never hides inside hollow cans
and days just a latch to let in the same
tin bending rain and my heart weeping
we are dry standing tinder
tomorrow is eight letters meaningless
today another rivulet
i can only house you here among antlers
this pasture where mountain goats gather
Mimi German is a poet and activist for the houseless community in Portland, OR. She is currently studying poetry in the Poet Studio at the Attic Institute. You can find her poems in NewVerseNews, PublicPool and Ariel Chart.
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