Nina Puro

the sounds of the doors / locking the light in hard / squares across the floor / bags checked / never carefully enough / time checked and plates /  always too much / frail bodies pushed / along the lawn like swans / led on slow walks / around the edge / children learning how to skate / when their backs turned / our attempt to over-strain / the river a mouth / a long low moan / a staccato row of burning notes / like shadowed barges sliding down / the unit was what a knife is to a fist / a body to mist / a hotel room to a ghost.