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VIGIL WITH BACKYARD POND

By JAYDN DEWALD | 09 JUL 2019

By Viviane Sassen — Courtesy of Jp Valery

I guess
I’m too oldto stillsee you—
a split- second, flesh- colored
blur— in our leaf- choked, algae- clouded pool:
my hands are gnarled & liver- spotted—
but now, under- water, they look young again:
once againyour young mother’s hands,
strong enoughto just snatch you
ashore—

JAYDN DEWALD is a writer, educator, musician, and the author of three limited-edition chapbooks, The Rosebud Variations: And Other Variations (Greying Ghost, 2017); In Whose Hand the Light Expires (Yellow Flag Press, 2018); and as counterpoint to this compressed mass a longing (forthcoming from Sutra Press). His poems, stories, and critical essays have appeared in Brilliant Corners: A Journal of Jazz & Literature, december, Poet Lore, Portland Review, south: a scholarly journal, and many other publications. He’s a PhD candidate at the University of Georgia.

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