down from this mossy brook,
these arms hug a murmuring pond.
Your chestnut fingers are long absent,
my opaque knuckles are naked
and who cares if my ass is grass.
Hello, yellow sun who doesn’t reach.
Shifting about,
lily pads and nettles
it’s unforgettable how I see
more of myself in this

~ Tyler Gabrysh

Tyler Gabrysh has appeared in
Geist, Jones Av., and Four and Twenty. His poem ‘Mindsweep’ received Honourable Mention in the 2009 Other Voices poetry contest. Future work will be released in Open Minds Quarterly. He resides in Medicine Hat with his son, feline and creaking hardwood inspiration.

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