January 28, 2019
Spark
by Jed Myers
Restless at night, I stepped out
on the deck. High in the black
between a blink and the next, a bright
on the deck. High in the black
between a blink and the next, a bright
orange speck streaked
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left-to-right on an earthward slant.
It burned out before it could reach
the treetops, before I could think
two words for it—tiny torch,
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match struck and unlit
so quick, after so long coming
to this. I looked to my left
to see if you’d witnessed the glowing
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sign in the dark—my flash of madness,
spark of a wish in your absence.
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Jed Myers lives in Seattle. He is author of Watching the Perseids (Sacramento Poetry Center Book Award), The Marriage of Space and Time (MoonPath Press, forthcoming), and three chapbooks, including Dark’s Channels (Iron Horse Literary Review Chapbook Award). Recent recognitions include the Prime Number Magazine Award for Poetry, The Southeast Review’s Gearhart Poetry Prize, and The Tishman Review’s Edna St. Vincent Millay Poetry Prize. Recent poems can be found in Rattle, Poetry Northwest, The American Journal of Poetry, Southern Poetry Review, The Greensboro Review, Terrain.org, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Solstice, and elsewhere. He is Poetry Editor for the journal Bracken.