Michael Igoe | Poetry
Ipswich To Pride’s Crossing
It will take a lot more than you think
if you’re planning on a crash landing.
If you smoke menthol cigarettes
I’ll get them in New Hampshire.
It was no more than a month ago,
the Lily Jean sank with all hands.
An outlier from the burn patches
on the narrow arms of the ocean.
I stayed in bed all morning with the cat on high alert,
birdsongs in a beech tree, wind chimes strung behind.
I sense the tension build before release
on the boundary between frozen lawns.
*This poem was previously published in Gorko Gazette.
Michael Igoe, city boy, neurodiverse, Chicago and now Boston. His works appear in journals and anthologies (available at amazon.com, lulu.com, barnesandnoble.com). He won the National Library of Poetry Editor's Choice Award 1997 and was nominated for Best of the Net in 2003. He can be found at Instagram (Igoe590) and X (MichaelIgoe5) His website is poetry-in-motion.org