Jan/Feb 2003 Poetry

Evening Window

by Vincent Canizaro

Photo-Art by Kristen Merola


Evening Window

light crept softly
through that evening window

you whispered
that it was better
to be alive
than in a poem
hanging from a branch

it was then
the moon was brightest
through those weathered panes
lining the hardwood floor
in that silent bedroom

there was no part of you
I left untouched


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