A Hole in the Poem – a poem by Beth Oast Williams

A Hole in the Poem

I balance barefoot on a rim
around the poem, wary
of glass unbroken.
Smooth edges don't last.
Just look down at the ground
along the curb on any street,
bits of bottle shape themselves
into nothing left to say,
unlike the window that laughed
right in my face when I threw 
it a curve ball. How strong
we are to fragile things, 
and yet we cannot save them.

Beth Oast Williams’ poetry has appeared in West Texas Literary Review, Wisconsin Review, Glass Mountain, GASHER Journal, Poetry South, Fjords Review, and Rattle’s Poets Respond, among others.  Her poems have been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. Her first chapbook, Riding Horses in the Harbor, was published in 2020.

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