1 Poem
by sophie jantz
Muskegon
pink sunburn
my hand
print stays
waving: hi
birds up there
& snapping
linen in wind
& silly
plastic bags
tussling:
my song,
my hot skin,
my geography
disrupted
Oh! my
soul flies to
that fresh-
water body
we skip
smooth stones
into it, Mother
once skipped
smooth stones
into it &
some-times
they jumped
three times
before
sinking, urgent
& haloed
in wrinkles