“Palm,” a Poem by Ann Lauterbach
From Her New Collection Spell
You keep turning up in my dreams
like a penny, worth less than the old,
but shinier. I am glad to hold you
in my warm hand and
turn you face up, stare into your
eyes looking at me. Hello, I say,
and you say it back to me, like the gypsy
in the song
who disappears at the end.
I vow never to spend you
even in this
unrequited bliss field
with all the shades drawn down.
From Spell by Ann Lauterbach. Used with permission of Penguin Books. Copyright 2018 by Ann Lauterbach.