Joshua Weiner

Three Poems

Fragrant Harbor

From the other side
my son calls he has
arrived he’s fine
he has eaten something

unusually delicious
that we cannot get
here it is the same
time there only

night not day then
why was it I
who woke reaching
squinting at the light

did not know the voice
was his voice sounding
so much my own how
it crossed over.

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