Sherryl Clark

A poem

Skater alone on the ice on a river.
Photo by Ben Knoop on Unsplash

Lone skater on the river

slicing and weaving the ice

into a scarf of crystals

shadow clinging like an echo

empty factory eyes above

hung with ghosts, their blank faces

mirror the sunset

blushes of evening, kisses of pink sun

two empty red chairs dream

of summer days, watching children