The Paddock Review

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A Poem by Margaret LeMay

The dreams with a hand hovering above

…..

the cold metal knob, stuck

core bits bore papery wind—

too late, too far to go back and the gray

comes once a day here and

the salt froth in the frozen

light is both a wave and a when

does motion become

when does emotion become

paper light at the end. A hiss of refilling

or sinking. Glass bottle 

crashing the bin, the eyes are

the tender. Who can fault the fat

red chest of the cardinal, returning to find

the empty grate, remembering once

here there was feed.

….

This poem is from the chapbook sample.spring by Margaret LeMay (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/sample-spring-by-margaret-lemay/

Margaret LeMay’s poems have appeared in Another Chicago Magazine, Better, Brink, the LEON Literary
Review, the North American Review, The Cortland Review, The Iowa Review and elsewhere. She teaches
poetry and creative writing at Coe College.