Old Photographs – Steve Klepetar

You’ve been walking down these stairs all morning
as if they led somewhere, but the basement
has disappeared into one bare bulb that sears your eyes.

Cats lived down here once, but that was long ago,
when you were young and your hair was wild
on a boat ride to the Apostle Islands in the fall.

Your stocking cap was blue; you learned to dress
in layers, but now five of those friends are dead.
Cats dart into alleys by the cans where shadows live.

All morning the neighbors have been raking leaves.
but down here where the world ends, your photographs
sing in the night, a choir of bees hurrying from the hive.

sklepetarSteve Klepetar’s work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. The latest of his nine collections include My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto and The Li Bo Poems, both from Flutter Press. His book Family Reunion is forthcoming from Big Table Publishing.