The Hard Hours
maybe you lose a twenty-dollar bill on the street or an earring through a crack in the floorboards maybe you lose your sweetheart or your favorite sweatshirt or your son where do you look what do you do about loss it is futile to kneel in the mud praying you find only a few birch twigs cold soiled knees on your jeans it is futile to stand by the road in the hard hours and raise your arms howling like a wound into the night in Rembrandt’s Return of the Prodigal Son the father welcomes the lost son bends tenderly to caress his back the elder son seething in the shadows Thomas R. Moore Thomas R. Moore has published three books of poems: The Bolt-Cutters (2010), Chet Sawing (2012), and Saving Nails (2016). His work is represented in more than thirty literary journals and has been broadcast on Writer’s Almanac and American Life in Poetry. His poem, “How We Built Our House,” won a Pushcart Prize and is included in the 2018 Best of the Small Presses Anthology. He currently serves as Poet Laureate for Belfast, Maine.
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