Steve Klepetar

As If

a song could occupy
a whole room in your mind,
so that as you lay

sleeping, its verses
rolled through your dreams,

and you woke
to a chorus of birds,

whose voices
lifted you so high
in the air, you could lean

to the west, watch the river
flow like a silver ribbon to the sea.

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Steve Klepetar is waiting for spring, or the end of the world, whichever comes first.

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