{"id":5099,"date":"2019-01-08T09:50:28","date_gmt":"2019-01-08T15:50:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=5099"},"modified":"2018-12-29T09:54:23","modified_gmt":"2018-12-29T15:54:23","slug":"lgregoryseries-2-7-2-2-2-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=5099","title":{"rendered":"Steve Klepetar “Winter’s Ghost”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Steve Klepetar<\/h1>\n

Winter’s Ghost<\/span><\/h2>\n

Maybe that was what I couldn\u2019t see:
\na kind of transcendence long ago, two girls<\/p>\n

on a sofa, holding fire in their palms,
\nwaiting for winter\u2019s ghost to finally arrive.<\/p>\n

\n

Steve Klepetar<\/strong><\/span> once ran 70 yards for a touchdown, but there was no videotape back then and he can’t prove it.*<\/em><\/p>\n

\n
*The editors of One Sentence Poems are sure Steve is telling the truth.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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