-after Eamon Grennan’s Opposing Forces.


I’m yours,

they seem to say,

these tiny faces

pressed against the window,

noses smudging icy glass.


They are not my flesh

but theirs

is a tender claim

holding on to me,


a love so sharp

it takes my breath





Cheryl Boyer‘s poems, short stories, and photographs have appeared or are upcoming in Kakalak, Iodine Poetry Journal, The Main Street Rag, and moonShine review. She lives in a small town in North Carolina with her husband and two children who are often subject to her pen or lens. She’s also a home-schooling mama, a sometimes foster mom, and tries to eat a bit of dark chocolate every day. You can find out more about her at www.myferriswheel.com.