Jewish Journal

Poem: Echo Locating

by M.E. Silverman

2 days ago

Photo from the cover of “The Breath Before Birds Fly” (2013)

If you are lucky

you will find your echo,

not the cartoon version,

perched on a canyon’s edge

with the empty yelling

& cheeks like apples,

but the space that extends you,

fills the void

& becomes you

the way twigs return to a tree,


First published in “The Breath Before Birds Fly” (2013).

M.E. Silverman is poetry editor at Blue Lyra Review and review editor of Museum of Americana and author of the chapbook “The Breath Before Birds Fly” (ELJ Press, 2013).

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