Susan April: A Poem

Susan April grew up in Lowell and Dracut. She is a scientist who lives in Maryland. She offered us this dream-like poem from 1989.

 

End of Track

by Susan April

 

I’m running home again.

The church off Shattuck Street

smells like morning Mass.

The granite curb feels

cool and sharp and strong.

French tongues call out

the landmark words:

St-Jean, the Acre, Kearney Square.

 

My mother sits in a layer of air

over the nursing home.

This is not her hand but a damp

rag I hold.

3 Responses to Susan April: A Poem

  1. Marie Louise St.Onge says:

    “This is not her……”

    Four words say a lot.
    Thank you, Susan.

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