At 10
by Steve Deutsch
When
it’s very clear
and very cold
my mind makes room
for recollection.
Images
hidden for fifty
years crisp
as that first step
on snow
flash-sealed
by an unearthly freeze.
I’m ten
and my dad and I
have stepped into
the silence
of an iced-in
avenue.
The sycamore limbs
mummified
in sheathes of clear
crystal.
Just for today
I am
the only son
and even
that first stab
of arctic air
is reason
to rejoice.
First published by Hamilton Stone Review.
PHOTO: Ice-covered sycamore tree branches in Bryant Park with the Empire State Building in the background, New York City. Photo by Andrew Kazmierski.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I remember walking out of the tenement hallway with my dad so clearly. He is proud of me and that makes has made me very happy. It’s a very visible image—which is unusual for me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Steve Deutsch has been widely published. He is poetry editor of Centered Magazine. Steve was nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize. His chapbook, Perhaps You Can, was published in 2019 by Kelsay Press. His full-length books, Persistence of Memory and Going, Going, Gone, were published by Kelsay Press. Find more of his work at stevieslaw.wordpress.com.
Great visual images presented by words well chosen.
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The precision of that memory clear and crisp as the ice and cold you stepped into… some memories are unusually perfect, like that icy morning.