Lack of Imagination
Cold hues and Jake drowning in the river,
the ice closed with a click, a streetlamp
blinked off as I walked underneath it.
I saw his face, his hands pressed to the ceiling,
his air bubbles escaping the pink pillows of his chest.
I thought about breaking through,
reaching down into that icy grip.
He floated to the bottom. I took my skates off,
put my boots on, I walked home,
sliding above the water.
New School With New Markers and No Chalk Boards
an envoy of color schemes
dipped water paint scraps,
new found sketch pads,
i hold onto pens
split-splatting blue ink,
walk over spine-twanging
snow carpets,
find the clockwork key stoke,
open the car, drive home.
Josh Anthony is a current undergraduate studying in Burlington, VT.