red booth
review
issue 10n |
Approaching
Midnight
And she
embraces me
as a church bell marks time
and breezes move garden flowers,
muted
sounds of
passing autos
filter down boulevards.
I have hidden in this darkness
so long –
to count
the hours would be
impossible. Speaking
in languages of absence that
come from
within
ourselves, speaking
in a fevered verse on
an imperfect date, she says this
must end.
Can she
not take comfort
in knowing that I have
corralled for her a stableful
of stars?
- Chris Patrick Morgan
| Chris is a poet and
graphic artist who lives in San Francisco. His poems have appeared in Washington
Square, Sycamore Review, Southwestern American Literature, Seattle
Review, Spillway, and Urban Spaghetti. |
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