Poem Ending With a Line from Tomas Tranströmer (via Robin Robertson)
Photo by Sharon Pruitt, of Pink Sherbet Photography
January 4, 2023
Oh to be veering
along Baum Boulevard
to the beatus via north,
where the squalls of Mercer
vanish for a minute, horizon a
violet knife-cut, curtain
of snow throbbing
at the grade’s bottom—
none of which you’ll know, my dear,
no matter how loud
the ringing tambourines of ice.
A long-time resident of Erie, Pennsylvania, John Repp (www.johnreppwriter.com) holds an MFA in Writing from the University of Pittsburgh. His most recent collection of poetry is The Soul of Rock & Roll: Poems Acoustic, Electric & Remixed, 1980-2020, published by Broadstone Books.
