For Thom


What hangs in the light is all—a fine dry powder, if I could

                    gather, you wouldn’t fill a jug meant for milk.

To think, we made more ash

                    than the body. How you returned to quiet


and earth. In the window, a slant—to bury

the dead is to keep in my lungs; of dust at its most

                    still, nothing settles—a fine dry

powder, if I could gather you.


Peter Mason is a poet from Rochester, New York. He received a B.A. in English from SUNY Fredonia in 2014. He is the founder of |tap| literary magazine. His poetry has been nominated for the 2014 and the 2015 Best of the Net Anthology and has appeared in Vinyl, Muzzle Magazine, Spry Literary Journal, Rust+Moth, Red Paint Hill, and elsewhere.