Poetry: When is a grave not a grave

Poetry: When is a grave not a grave

Lake Superior. Photo credit: Sara Swanson. When is a grave not a grave by Spenser Swanson Concave Hole in the ground in the wall in the window pane cracked with the force of god empty husk like the seashells on the shore line up north where the water always runs cold It opens like a mouth and says “When it feels like home” Spenser Swanson is a Manchester resident and sophomore in high school.