Steve Klepetar

Sacred

The rabbi
of joy

and wakefulness
follows

his students toward
the library

where shadows
of books

slide along shelves
in fluorescent light

and nobody speaks
because the air is sacred

with words, scented
with the perfume of ancient poems.

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Steve Klepetar wishes that he could see Proteus rising from the sea and hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

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