Ativan Poem by Laura Kasischke

Ativan



That dream of a cricket
in the dark of the night
at the foot
of the gallows tree.

Virtuous
cricket. Little, hopeful
heart-
shaped face
lit up by the moon.

Little, hopeful, insistent
song
about the future
sung
to a hanged man's boots.

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Laura Kasischke

Laura Kasischke

Grand Rapids, Michigan
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