Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Heat Wave by Steve Klepetar

After heat, heavy rain.
Syrupy mud edges down
hill toward the pond,
as frogs serenade the wind.

The only thing darker
than water is the battered elm.

I am opening to the night
like a suitcase half empty
on a foreign bed.

The only thing I can think
of now is the road,
how it winds away,
flowing through the trees.

Steve Klepetar lives in the Berkshires in Massachusetts. His work appears regularly in Verse-Virtual. He is the author of fourteen poetry collections, including The Li Bo Poems and My Father Teaches Me a Magic Word.

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