You are a mirror
Marbled refractions waver the underside
Trees are flashed with green sun
You are a log
Yawning suddenly beneath the surface then are gone
In the trench deeper than dreams
You hum a line into the shadow’s morning water
Patiently wait for us
Beneath the taciturn bridge’s occasional whispers
Marc Janssen lives in a house with a wife who likes him and a cat who loathes him. Regardless of that turmoil, his poetry can be found scattered around the world in places like Penumbra, Slant, Cirque Journal, Off the Coast and Poetry Salzburg. Janssen also coordinates the Salem Poetry Project, a weekly reading, the annual Salem Poetry Festival, and was a 2020 nominee for Oregon Poet Laureate.
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