Poetry - Issue 6 | August 2009
Three Poems by Peter Waldor
A Wrinkle
Nothing between
a lily that lives
a few days
and a pine
that lasted
a thousand years
and fell from
the ravine today,
nothing,
or a wrinkle
in a roll of silk
provisioned away
in the emperor’s
storehouse,
never to be used.
About the author
Peter Waldor’s Poetry has appeared in the American Poetry Review, The Colorado Review, The Iowa Review and Mothering Magazine, among others. Over the years, he has spent many summers wandering around the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. Open his Door to a Noisy Room (Alice James, 2008).