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Steve Klepetar

Broken Lamp

Last night
we broke
the lamp

but when
I woke
you were
still asleep

your lovely
face in
shadow, so

I watched
a while,
marveling at
your quiet

breaths, the
streaming of
your hair.


There is no video of Steve Klepetar dancing in college.


 

Steve Klepetar

Winter’s Ghost

Maybe that was what I couldn’t see:
a kind of transcendence long ago, two girls

on a sofa, holding fire in their palms,
waiting for winter’s ghost to finally arrive.


Steve Klepetar once ran 70 yards for a touchdown, but there was no videotape back then and he can’t prove it.*


*The editors of One Sentence Poems are sure Steve is telling the truth.

Steve Klepetar

Snow Music

Along
the river

snow
gleamed

for a
moment

in the air,
then tumbled

into black
water

and
disappeared.

Steve Klepetar has reached a plea agreement with Robert Mueller.

 

Steve Klepetar

A Meeting

i

Because times were bad,
I think he came to comfort me
on an October day filled with light.

ii

He had been gone so long
into that silent world
that his face was gray,
his hands wrinkled and cold.

iii

He spoke softly, and his words
rose like smoke in the clear air.

iv

He touched me on the shoulder,
smiling sadly,
while outside some young men
gathered leaves into piles,
loaded them into pickup trucks.

v

A few birds twittered in the trees,
the small pond glittered in the sun,
and together we felt the earth
as it stretched a little,
yawning like someone
who had been up late the night before.

Steve Klepetar is enjoying October in the Berkshires, hanging with ghosts.

Steve Klepetar

A Meeting, Part V

A few birds twittered in the trees,
the small pond glittered in the sun,
and together we felt the earth
as it stretched a little,
yawning like someone
who had been up late the night before.

 

Steve Klepetar is enjoying October in the Berkshires, hanging with ghosts.

 

Steve Klepetar

A Meeting, Part IV

He touched me on the shoulder,
smiling sadly,
while outside some young men
gathered leaves into piles,
loaded them into pickup trucks.

 

Steve Klepetar is enjoying October in the Berkshires, hanging with ghosts.

 

Steve Klepetar

A Meeting, Part II

He had been gone so long
into that silent world
that his face was gray,
his hands wrinkled and cold.

 

Steve Klepetar is enjoying October in the Berkshires, hanging with ghosts.