Marc Alan Di Martino




The Skaters
“and years—so many years”
                —Virgil, Aeneid


The dragonflies of summer have all vanished.
      Now people warm their hands above strange fires
blazing from big green oil drums. There are holes

in the sides. I wonder what made them there.
      Neighbors, mostly. Girls lacing up their skates
in packs. The smoke and spark of firesticks

jutting out over the lip, burning, burning.
      My parents are somewhere, walking on water
together. My sister is here, her hand in mine

steadying me. Off to the right is where
      the man with the Firebird lives, the one
who followed me home. In those apartment buildings,

there. Don’t go there by yourself. Repeat. Don’t
      go there
. . . my father hoists me and we’re off!



Marc Alan Di Martino is from the United States. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Rattle, The New Yorker, Gravel, The Flatbush Review, Verse Virtual, Free Inquiry, and many other places. He currently lives in Italy.








                                    

 

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