Issue Twenty-Seven - Winter 2016


By Chet Corey

A common hairpin appears on my bathroom
tile floor. I bend to pick it up.
So out of season. She went away early fall.
How could her winter signature
suddenly appear, like a word through a tear.
I remember how I would take a
hairpin from her hair as reverently as a nun
would remove at Mass an errant
crumb of Eucharist from altar table linen.

Copyright Corey 2016