Halfway through the month,
and light has lessened.
The year comes around
again to a house sunk deep
in meadow grass.
There is no one home,
but birds break from treetops
at the slightest sound.
Look down toward the canyon,
down from the rocky hill.
There are voices in the wind,
indistinct, and still
there is light in the windows,
light shining across the roof.
Here is a house
diminished
like a wounded eye, burning
despite the shadows of trees.
Steve Klepetar lives in Saint Cloud, Minnesota. His work has received several nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize, including four in 2016. Recent collections include Family Reunion (Big Table), A Landscape in Hell (Flutter Press), and How Fascism Comes to America (Locofo Chaps).
Like this one a lot Steve.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, as always, Steve.
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