Vespers
under the veil of night
we are waiting at a crossing
same empty spaces
same moments to burn
to consider where sorrow ends
and joy begins there
in the tall grass shivering with
the feral cat's cries there where
the names tagged as
the train car passes
as the red wind full of alarm
as the dawn's lemon goneno
as the dusk's cinnamon deepens
there where the eyes in the zocalo
flicker and rest
where the high beams in the
bare oak's limbs in the bridge lights
in the orange flower light of the
sod black yards in the violet light
in the stained glass
windows of the heart
each one a silence
each one a voice
each one a wind-worn steeple
in the fog
First published in Fresh Out Magazine, July 2024.
Deborah A. Bennett - Has been writing haiku for several years. Her poems have appeared in Frogpond Journal, Modern Haiku and First Frost Poetry, and was long-listed for The Haiku Foundation's Touchstone Award for 2023.
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