Bell Tower
ALEX GREENBERG
​      winner of the 46er Prize

My dad shovels the snow from our driveway
Like a monk cleaning his monastery.

I watch him from the bedroom window,
Back bent into old age,

The cupped hands of his tool raising
The snow’s soft animal

And putting it down again amongst its kind.
Like a prayer, the thousand doves of winter

Fly up off the ground and settle
In a spot a few inches to the side

As if to beg pardon
for a deer who might wander by that evening.

When the sun goes down, they huddle for warmth
And forget how to move.

I shake their feathers from my head
Once I step inside.​









ALEX GREENBERG is a 15-year-old aspiring poet. His work has been published or accepted for publication in: decomP, Spinning Jenny, Spittoon, Squalorly, The Louisville Review, The Cortland Review, Blast Furnace, and Able Muse, among others. He was a four-time runner up in the Cape Farewell Poetry Competition, came in first place in the Critical Pass Review Junior Poets Contest, and has been recognized by The Young Poets Society, Scholastic Arts and Writings Awards, and Foyle Young Poets.


The Adirondack Review
SUMMER 2014