Issue 4 – Burd and Slomovits


Jennifer Burd and Laszlo Slomovits

Here

Here.
Empty park.
Cool wind stretching

taut around bare trees
in late winter.
Here,

a sketch of shoreline,
treetop banks
against a grey sea.

Here,

content
with empty hands,

writing nothing,
happy watching
light

change everything
and nothing.
Here,

where words
throw open
windows

in my throat,
waving goodbye
to all that’s leaving.

Here,
when sky
begins to dim

then flame, here –
where bowing low
into this

ending,
these lines
lean from my fingers

the way trees
lay down long shadows
and kneel inside them, praising.