Literature & Languages

  • Issue 82 / July - August 2011



    Summer Evening Breeze

    Justin Pahl

    We endure the heat, and
    we wait. The sun steady
    in its track. Vicissitudes
    of light, shadows thinning,
    growing long. We endure
    and wait. Salvation in
    the hour before the hour
    before dusk. The seedlings
    come twirling down,
    skittering along the street.
    The shadows quiver like
    benevolent ghosts. The trees
    cackle their sussurant laugh.
    And we, impatient, sentient
    beings, wish time to be inert.


    Share/Bookmark

    comments powered by Disqus
´╗┐