Poems by Steven Federle
Monday, December 13, 2010
The Breakthrough
Slate sky,
the wind has died
calm chill
flows over
the sleeping street
when
bursts a white flame
feathers rising
to the heavy sky.
To the impending rain
ascends the crane
to heaven’s
dark promise.
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