Laurinda Lind

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.