sue sanders



Jessica's Fall

Soft lean light
lifts what you left.

Autumn winds down
to bitter brown.

Your careful hands
dig towards home.

All others who tried
fall into old gods.

Dark Hades waves
his hard hand under water.

Trace a small circle
of pomegranate seeds.

There is only the color
of red fruit on my lips.

Wait while I hide
until my own mother

finds me here.


Sue Sanders' poems have appeared in several literary journals in the U.S. over the past twenty five years. Most recently she had poems published in The Vermont Literary Review, Cover of Darkness, Lucidity, & KOTA. She has been teaching English as an adjunct for the past thirteen years at colleges in IL, AR, and VT.


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