Gathering Light at a Ferry Stop, Jesolo, Italy by George Yatchisin after Richard Ross Damned if itβs dawn or dusk, the sun reflecting like a quarter wobbled on its arc to heads or tails and who knows which means who wins or why. Take the ferry forth and back, into and out of your days. Someone has to launder the sand from the sheets of this resort town set on the Adriaticβs Italian armpit. Or so you think when desiring to be bitter as Amaro and melodramatic as the opera you canβt afford. Instead your life rests, like the medicine they gave you as a child, melting onto your tongue like sun into sea. So firmly you were warned not to swallow or chew. Just wait, and when itβs all dissolved you will be well on your way to cured.
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George Yatchisin is the author of Feast Days (Flutter Press 2016) and The First Night We Thought the World Would End (Brandenburg Press 2019). His poems have been published in journals including Antioch Review, Askew, and Zocalo Public Square. He is co-editor of the anthology Rare Feathers: Poems on Birds & Art (Gunpowder Press 2015), and his poetry appears in anthologies including Reel Verse: Poems About the Movies (Everyman’s Library 2019).
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