Tracks around the house,

with three toes.
Sunset now

by nine o’clock
in late July, and the grass

still wet from last night’s rain.

Keening in the woods,
In the sky, no moon, no stars.

All around, the hum
of crickets and the scent

of pine. In a flood of indoor light
I count my pulse, I breathe.



Steve Klepetar has recently relocated to the Berkshires in Massachusetts after 36 years in Minnesota. His work has received several nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize, including three in 2017. Recent collections include A Landscape in Hell (Flutter Press), How Fascism Comes to America (Locofo Chaps), and Why Glass Shatters (One Sentence Chaps).

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