NFSPS Honorable Mention
Now dusk
drops its sheer
curtains
over the bruised hills
Now the door
of the day’s light
closes
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,
out.
The click
of the lock.
JennaKFunkhouser 