Today's poem is by Steve Wilson
Evening
Foolish, to need when there is sky
a small dog pawing at the door
of an empty house. From the roadinto town, dust. The world we sleep
within, only outlines and half-
words. It reminds us even the windwon’t stay, offers someone moving through
the dark, through breath and hills. Thought,
worry open your window tonight.
Copyright © 2009 Steve Wilson All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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