Poetry – Issue 3 | February 2009
Two poems by S. Thomas Summers
Pockets With Nothing
The cow that turns her head
from earth each time you
walk here, listens to breath
rattle through your ribs
like wind through a shutter,
but you still haven’t stopped
to bow with her in prayer.
Her meditations speak of a fox’s
flare weaving through tall
grass, a beehive’s heft and purr,
a mouse’s whispered confessions,
an old man sitting on a rock
within the pasture’s soul, content
to let wind untie his shoes,
fill his pockets with nothing.
About the author
S. Thomas Summers is a teacher of literature and writing at Wayne Hills High School in Wayne, NJ and an English professor at Passaic County Community College in Wanaque, NJ. He is the author of two chapbooks: Death Settled Well and Rather, It Should Shine. Summers’s poetry has also appeared in 2River View, The Pedestal Magazine, and Triggerfish Critical Review. His poem, A Fall from Grace won the IBPC 2009 poem of the year. Visit him where he breathes and blogs.
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