The time they drove through Delaware
listening to Poogy, planning the future
and she sat up like a Chagall bride, told
him she was afraid. “Of what?” he asked.
“Of an icy life” she said. No fear of that
he assured her, and she believed him, madly.
This poem first appeared in the Winter 2011 issue of BLIP Magazine (now New World Writing). It was reprinted in the collection “Pointed Sentences” (BlazeVOX, 2012).
Bill Yarrow is professor of English at Joliet Junior College and the author of “Pointed Sentences.” His work has appeared in many print and online journals, including Poetry International, DIAGRAM, The Del Sol Review and RHINO.
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