By Dore Kiesselbach Dore Kiesselbach
“Take me with you”
my mother says
standing in her nightgown
as, home from college,
I prepare to leave
before dawn.
The desolation
she must face
was once my concern
but like a bobber
pulled beneath 
the surface
by an inedible fish
she vanished
into the life
he offered her.
It stopped occurring
to me she might return.
“I’ll be back” I say
and then I go.

Poem copyright ©2008 by Dore Kiesselbach. Poem reprinted from Field, No. 79, Fall 2008, by permission of Dore Kiesselbach and the publisher.

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Poet Dore Kiesselbach

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Living, Coming of Age, Parenthood

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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Dore Kiesselbach studied creative writing at Oberlin College and the University of Iowa then practiced public housing law in New York City for several years, before refocusing on poetry post 9/11. His first collection, Salt Pier (Pittsburgh, 2012), won the Agnes Lynch Starrett Prize and contains work awarded Britain's Bridport Prize. He lives in Minneapolis with his wife, civil rights attorney Karin Ciano.

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SUBJECT Living, Coming of Age, Parenthood

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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