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Afternoon to Evening
by Tom Montag We have birds at the feeder, two black cats in the window, a pane of glass between. We have light on the rug, fresh-baked bread in the kitchen, our hands reaching for the other's. And soon enough night will come. The light will fail as it always does. We will lay down into one another. This is the way it always ends, the way it always should. |
Tom Montag is most recently the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013, as well as Middle Ground, Curlew: Home, Kissing Poetry's Sister, The Idea of the Local, and The Big Book of Ben Zen. Recent poems will be found in Hummingbird, Stoneboat, and Digital Papercut. He blogs as The Middlewesterner.
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