by Kathleen Kraft
Sidewalk showers
wall-less
under scaffolding
heads securely in place,
pipes—copper, thin
Are they for rescue workers
Yes
But I knew they were for everyone
Water
source rushing
throats burning
source
enormity flowing
sprinkling down heavy light
Someone presses a button and
they go
cool
warm
just right
Move on, dry
in the pouring sunlight
Come
Smooth
The water is clear
Take another one
So many
I knew
I could almost tell them
But I was too far away
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Kathleen Kraft received her MFA in Creative Writing from Sarah Lawrence College. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming on Anderbo, Pirene’s Fountain, Willows Wept Review, The Prose Poem Project, Foundling Review, and Mason’s Road. Her poems have been recently nominated for the 2012 Pushcart Prize and the Sundress Best of the Net 2010 Anthology. She lives with her fiance in Jersey City, NJ, where she teaches creative movement. |
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