My Last Poem

By MICHAEL CATHERWOOD

is quiet and bright along
the edges, is a beast of silence,

grips a wooden cane
where in the daylight it taps

its way among the stones
and puddles. There is no pain:

wind and branches and blue
lakes. The beauty of silence

scrubs clean all doubt, clears
away the brittle leaves
                                   on sidewalks.

 

 

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Michael Catherwood‘s books are Dare, If You Turned Around Quickly, Projector, and Near Misses. He’s a former editor at The Backwaters Press. Recent poems appeared in Misfit and As It Ought To Be. He’s a cancer survivor, is retired, and lives in Omaha with his wife, Cindy.

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My Last Poem

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