…rusted dreams, / dead spiders, and / the sad bones of / lonely homes.
– from Iskandar Haggarty’s “The Spaces In Between”
you have seen them, haven’t you
the rustic tables and benches built
entirely of rescue boards
the beauty of the wood
skin deep, wanting only
to have that skin stripped away
planed, sanded, varnished
to be useful again
but there, on closer look,
i’ve also seen memories
of rusted nails and desiccated spiders
embedded in amber shellac
fossilized in the lonely bones
of sad homes where young boys
watched their daydreams
turn to stone
j.lewis is an internationally published poet who has learned to love the waters of California as much as the red sandstone of his native New Mexico, and the imagination of other poets as much as his own.
Iskandar Haggarty’s “The Spaces In Between” can be read in full in his digital chapbook, There Are No Women in Our House.