1 Poem

by sophie jantz


pink sunburn
my hand
print stays

waving: hi
birds up there
& snapping

linen in wind
& silly
plastic bags

my song,
my hot skin,

my geography
Oh! my

soul flies to
that fresh-
water body

we skip
smooth stones
into it, Mother

once skipped
smooth stones
into it &

they jumped
three times

sinking, urgent
& haloed

in wrinkles

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Sophie Jantz

Originally from rural West Michigan, Sophie went on to study economics and urbanization in college, winning awards for her writing on informal development. She earned her masters degree from the University of Michigan where some of her poetry has been anthologized. She currently works as a transportation policy professional in Cambridge, MA.