Two Poems by C. Cimmone

Minnesota
        for Kelley

I find something here,
at lake’s edge,

impossible to describe
besides a deep “wub

wub” like being inside
the belly of a whale;

this is the sound of energy
releasing, ice expanding,

as if God himself were
swelling at the first fall

of snow.

*

It’s Really Hurting Now

These happy little deer
outside our motel room
are mildewed now
from never seeing
the morning sun

*

C. Cimmone is an editor and poet from Texas who fantasizes about waking up in Vermont.