By Roger Netzer
Migration Issue, Fall 2015
If the past is a time then why is it geography shows the way?
Ancient paths we mapped through mountain laurel remain clear.
They fork and permit passage but lead to some place that now is nowhere.
Which is the name
of that rare place
where wings kite and hold the walls of air?
Photo Credit | Gail Taylor (2015)
Roger Netzer Roger Netzer’s poems have appeared in Mas Tequila, Chiron, The Potomac, The Five-Two, Green Hills Literary Lantern, and elsewhere. He lives in Roxbury, Connecticut, eight miles from where he grew up.