The House of the World

NFSPS Honorable Mention

Now dusk

drops its sheer 


over the bruised hills

Now the door

of the day’s light 


with a crimson

shudder, leaves

the porch light

stuttering on 

for the moon.

Hogs and leopards

return to her

dark hearth;

flowers genuflect

and softly enter

their dim cathedrals.

And the restless ones

stir a hidden fire

on the other side

of the wall.

A cat at the window.

The chaos 

of scattered wings.

The house is 

gently turning

its face away.

The porch light,


The click

of the lock.

Published by jfunkhouser


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