Steve Klepetar

A Shower of Flame

Surely there is some dislocation
here where tongues

burn at the breaking
of new leaves

or some provocation
where robins peck sadly

in the dry yards,

for when travelers arrive
hungry and cold

shuddering in blankets
and rags

what can we offer but stone walls,
curses, archers, and a shower of flame?

Steve Klepetar lives and writes in Saint Cloud, Minnesota, where he tries desperately to hold on to his dwindling hydrogen atoms.