Poet of the Day – Susan Wismer
National Poetry Month April 28, 2020 Susan Wismer The Babysitter I wanted to touch Mrs Quinn’s neck my hand, stubby, unsure, poised four years old I wanted to trace the round line of her collar the base of her throat rest, just for a moment my pointer finger on the cup of her bone, in the notch a slight flutter, wrinkled soft hollow on her rice papered skin a sketch of wrinkles,…
