April 24, 2012

One poem by Lee Evans


Sledgehammer blows:
The timbers crack and bend.
Glass shatters and time, too —
But not space

Time’s fragments
Reconstitute themselves.
But if space were to split apart
From the blows of the Will,
Well, the debris of our works and days
Would slip through the fissures —
Coins for wishes
Into a bottomless well,
Never to redeem the moments again

Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine, and works for the local YMCA. His poems have appeared in such journals as Contemporary Rhyme, The Christendom Review and Decanto. His five poetry collections are available on Lulu.com.

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