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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.

 

 

We asked for sets of 5 one-sentence poems which tell a story. We'll run these sets from time-to-time. Here's part I of our first series. We'll run the rest this week, one poem per day!

Steve Klepetar

A Meeting, Part I

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

 

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

 

Steve Klepetar

Sunday

Here in the garden, where nobody waits,
we wrap our bodies in fog, river’s breath,
and our eyes strain to see past this flesh into other lives.

Steve Klepetar has taught one of his granddaughters to do the Loco-Motion, though she insists that it is not easier than learning her ABCs.