Initiation
Summer barefoot walking roadside, given: the sun so raw, asphalt erupts with water, given: there were sins. You were stunned, patient with them. And your ankle, your calf wet in the sun. Not the same as forgiven but not fallen down to ground either, given: it rains you right for once. Tender, your river of tar.
Laurinda Lind lives in New York’s North Country, close to Canada. Some of her poems are in Atlanta Review, Blue Earth Review, New American Writing, and Spillway. She is a Keats-Shelley Prize winner and a finalist in several other competitions, most recently the Joy Bale Boon Poetry Prize and the Jack Grapes Poetry Prize.