The
Pond
The
rusty windmill chirps above the pond of my past,
its
reflection like an old tin type photograph.
a
memory falls from the sky
shattering
it into a rippling mosaic
stretching
slowly to the silent banks.
I stand
at the edge watching the wakes soften
into a
calm mirror.
Out
here by the pond
the sky
is true blue
full of
nude angels posing on top
of
clouds
like
Modigliani’s models.
Resting
in the windmill’s shadow
is a
quilt of flesh I have sewn together
one
memory at a time;
It
waits patiently for me to finish.
Hunter
Winfrey
Hunter Winfrey is 32 years old and currently lives in Fredericksburg, TX. He received his Bachelor degree in Psychology in 2011, his Masters in behavior analysis in 2016. He specializes in behavioral treatment for those with autism and other developmental disorders. Hunter started writing, drawing, and painting when he was in elementary school and has been ever since. In 2007 he had his first and only poem accepted for publication by the Live Poets Society of New Jersey: American High School Poets. He self-published a book of short stories through Author House in 2008. He hasn’t submitted any of his poetry or other writings to publishers in over ten years. He is a father and spends his free time making art with his 5-year-old daughter, Louisiana. He enjoys sitting on the front porch with a good book, and going hunting in the fall and winter months. Credit is due to his family for supporting him as a writer along with the following writers whose work has inspired him over the years: Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Lucile Clifton, Anne Sexton
there is another world in one's own backyard and its exploration is just as important as crossing an ocean. Nicely done.
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