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Cover photo: ‘Taghkanic Creek’
By Kathryn Sadakierski
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landmarks
of all things, it was a rock,
a monolithic shelf
amidst the rolling landscape
of hills and trees,
endless green
woven into the catskills.
of all things, it was a rock
spray-painted with the word “lido”
that led us back to the place
off the national beauty highway,
my dad rediscovered lake copake,
the fondly remembered days
where childhood summers were spent
with the cousins.
you never know which landmarks
will bring you back
where you are meant to be.
there are so many things
that go unnoticed,
and yet, so much
that is meant to be seen,
small miracles
that are more than coincidences
threaded into roads of destiny
if only you look close enough.
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coop
when you tire of the city
(as it is quite common to do),
you go upstate
where the farms dotting the
maps of place outside your windows,
and the dusty roads seem endless,
simplify the complexities
imposed by marching thoughts
that clash in your mind,
until the quiet beauty of the scenery
revives your spirit, irrevocably
filling you with air to breathe,
so that even if you get lost
along the backroads,
taking more time to reach your destination
than google maps suggested,
things seem clearer,
and the bird inside your heart,
that longs for open spaces
feels free.
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superimposition
there once again,
in the same sun-dappled corners
of the quietest place on earth,
by the river running faithfully
alongside the side road in hillsdale
meant for wandering,
where cars seldom dare to incise
the precious moments
effervescent as the song of birds
discovering pockets of nature,
the kinds that you pull over for.
you stand in the same place,
so that even as the years around you
change,
even if hairs grow a little more gray,
still, something remains:
these pieces of life’s mosaic,
photographs that overlap,
time that seems to crystallize
into peace,
presence, in the moment
that is larger than life.
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a corner of the earth
virtually unchanged,
the groves and thickets,
the silver strands of river
that reflect all of this world
too large to be contained,
small enough to hold the memories
held so close to your heart.
it might not be
what the hudson river school painted
with their macrocosmic images of life,
deer, nearly imperceptible,
amid waterfalls and mountains
of an unfathomable scope,
unbounded even by picture frames,
but to me,
it epitomizes elegance in simplicity,
beyond the surface
lie the facets of its beauty.
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snapshot
summer’s fading light
crisscrosses through the trees,
whose arms lift up
like butterfly wings,
heads back,
gazing at the sky,
they have never seemed so alive,
their silhouettes
threaded with the twilight hues
of softest pink, gingerly touching the leaves
with some orange and purple afterthoughts.
it is a sight to behold,
one that even a camera cannot capture.
quite simply,
it is home.
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Kathryn Sadakierski © 2020
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Kathryn Sadakierski's writing has appeared in ActiveMuse, Critical Read, Dime Show Review, DoveTales, Halfway Down the Stairs, iō Literary Journal, NewPages Blog, Nine Muses Poetry, Spillwords, Teachers of Vision, The Bangor Literary Journal, The Decadent Review, The Ekphrastic Review, The Voices Project, Visual Verse, and Wax Poetry and Art Magazine.