Winter Night: Reading to Margaret Until She Falls Asleep
Margaret sleeps in the heat of her red dreams. Above her, winter sky: bands of cold black, deep as wells beneath an iron land, and blue- green smears of starlight on the crusted snow. Wind subsides and trees rustle, then regain their dignity in this icy calm. An owl swoops above the tree line, wings extended toward streetlights, where shadows stretch in ghostly gray. Margaret breathes the gentle rhythm of her rest, dreams herself into the rich voice of her father’s tale. Hand over hand she climbs a rainbow ladder through inky chill, until the lights of her town shrink to pinpoints far below, and her hair glows with a bright new flame Steve Klepetar Steve Klepetar’s work has appeared worldwide, in such journals as Boston Literary Magazine, Deep Water, Expound, The Muse: India, Red River Review, Snakeskin, Voices Israel, Ygdrasil, and many others. Several of his poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize (including three in 2015). Recent collections include My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto (Flutter Press) and Return of the Bride of Frankenstein (Kind of a Hurricane Press). His new chapbook, The Li Bo Poems, is forthcoming from Flutter Press.
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