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SHJ Issue 10
Fall 2014

Pocket Poem

by Marg Wafer

After Ted Kooser

“Midnight says/ the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped/ by nervous fingers.”

Three teenage girls can do many things.
On this day, we pulled into the station, and spent our last
27 cents on gas from the boy
I wanted to go to the prom with, desperately.
He looked down at the meager coins in his palm, 
thinking he must be missing something.
As we planned, while the girls chatted him up,
I slipped my note into the pocket of his blue jacket,
the one hung inside on a hook
his name, Mark, embroidered in a circle on the front.
Hope rose from that pocket like steam
from the sidewalk after a hot summer rain.

Years later he joined the Navy, got married after I said no.
How could I have known that day at the Mobil,
that we would narrowly miss being locked in for life?



SHJ Issue 10
Fall 2014

Marg Wafer’s

work has been published in NAMI:The Journal, City Works, and most recently in Muddy River Poetry Review. Her first chapbook, No Shortcuts, was self-published, and a second one will be completed at the end of this year.

Marg is a physical therapist and often writes about pain and loss, and the process of putting back together again. She also enjoys writing about nature, where she is most at home.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury