Finding Center by Abbe Mogell


Photograph by g emil reutter

Finding Center
I thought fall was immovable.
In a dry field rust is buried.
A town wakes up chilled.
No one listened.
Leaves of doubt fall for the last time.
I remember my first.
Front teeth missing.
No pink .
Secrets still hanging
in places
between his  2 front teeth.
They were all there without arms.
I like the scent of winter.
Abbe Mogell works and lives in the Philadelphia area. She is a poet, photographer and author.  Recently published in The New Mexico Review, her photography was featured in the online journal Talking Writing.     

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