You never get used to it

left and right –moonlight

all that’s left on your grave

each night heavier, bitter

with no place to fall

sometimes as snow, sometimes

counting on pebbles from others

all night bringing stars

to strike the ground over and over

covering you with shadows

and still you’re cold

come here as paths and distances.



Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The Osiris Poems published by box of chalk, 2017.