In unconscious grouchiness

Lisa Jarnot
In unconscious grouchiness
Sometimes you fall through the ice
to the bottom of the pond
Other times you’re in a faraway city 
like Austin or L.A.
Each time you’re majestic 
and forgivable, at least to me
Standing tall up against 
the trunk of a silver maple 
Its branches a bird nest halo 
for your future heavenly form.
Death Poem
The desire to follow
that strand of flannel 
through space.

Lisa Jarnot

Lisa Jarnot is the author of several books of poems. She lives in Queens and is a minister at Safe Haven United Church of Christ. 

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