THIRST

THIRST
Steve Klepetar

Here at cave’s mouth a stone
sings to the sky. It is early morning
and trees stir and rustle in golden
light. How long has it been since

your eyes went dark and all the
clear streams hushed? Counting
is a rush of bees as numbers follow
numbers down a long and narrow

path, ravine of gravel, sharp rocks
stinging ankle bones. Lowered
eyes and farewell on parched lips.
One foot slides before the other

in this steep descent where thirst
twists into another kind of song.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

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Posted on November 24, 2012, in POETRY, Steve Klepetar and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I’ve really been enjoying Steve’s work. Like his poem, GREEN, the words and images carry weight and move me quickly into his world.

    Read GREEN here:
    https://misfitsmiscellany.wordpress.com/2012/10/31/green/

  2. A natural greening of language in Steve’s naturalist Rousseau like naturist trek of a poem.

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