December 20, 2013

Your Father's House by Steve Klepetar

In mist’s gray cloak
windows blink.

Outside it is spitting rain,
which turns to ice and coats the streets.

Night comes,
echo of your sister’s boots

down alleys where cats
fight nightly in fur and lust.

A black-haired girl
with moonstone eyes

she has left your father’s house,
climbed until rivers turned to silver thread. 

Above unbroken clouds
fish leap through a sea of stars.

Steve Klepetar's work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net.  His chapbook, My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto, was recently published by Flutter Press.

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