This poem is taken from Stand 217, 16(1) March - April 2018.

Susan H. Maurer Poem
The Sun Accident

My future lies ahead this wintry night
in the form of dark streets lit by lights
of white and red and green, dirty snowmelt, ponds
deeper than my shoes, slushy hillocks, some with
hidden treacherous ice.

I turn to a broader street, the multi-coloured
store signs, the added caution yellow lights
but what is my goal? Where am I going?
Well, let’s not go too far afield. I’m headed
home. The last stretch of street is snowless
on the side I’m walking and across the street
heaps of snow, some accident of the sun?
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