Your Gift To Me When I Got Sick

by Shaun R. Pankoski


My key chain has a quartz crystal
wired to a little crab, some beads
the color of bruised grapes.
I believe you when you said
that you'd taken the crystal,
washed it in the sea,
let it sleep under a full moon.
I turn the key in this old truck,
drive it for another day.


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Shaun R. Pankoski (she/her) is a poet most recently from Volcano, Hawaii. A retired county worker and two time breast cancer survivor, she has lived on both coasts as well as the Midwest as an artist’s model, modern dancer, massage therapist and honorably discharged Air Force veteran. Her poems have appeared in several literary journals and blogs including Verse Virtual, ONE ART, Poetry Breakfast and Sheila-na-Gig.