Peter Schneider

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Elsewhere

The cries of my neighbors
line the walls of my apartment
now they are running
now congeal along the seams

the wilderness is leaking in
through the brick

Last year at the lake
when we saw the green ice
far below the surface
perhaps algae was the source of color
but the blue ice what caused that?

You leave in the morning
and from the window where we talked
I can see the black buildings
the ashen river
that leads to the bearded north

Peter Schneider is a poet and psychotherapist living and working in Brooklyn,NY and Rochester,VT. His poems have appeared in The Buddhist Poetry Review; Mobius: The Journal of Social Change; AMP: The Journal of Digital Literature; and in the broadside collection, A Midnight Snack.