Out the window wonder and rain,
all this curious beauty,
hills bathed in light, and gently swaying trees.
I know a thousand folksongs with rivers and broken
hearts, barking dogs and a mule named Sal.
Who will believe you with your blind rage?
You have no legal basis beyond the jutting
headland where boats disappear.
That’s what they told me anyway,
the lawyers with their wigs and masks.
There’s a spirit in the fog, someone murdered
at the place where three roads meet.
Someone sails away, hurling back curses
beyond the wind, his name tangled with cypress leaves.
Steve Klepetar lives in the Berkshires in Massachusetts. His work has received several nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. The most recent of his fourteen collections include “A Landscape in Hell,” “Why Glass Shatters,” and “The Coffee Drinker’s Son.”