A Snippet of Song

Spring has been halted for cause. Everything is either too hot or too cold, and nothing is soft. The ancient Chinese would carry lanterns lit by fireflies when passing through the streets at night. All times and places display the same treacheries, tell the same lame lies, just with different words, a cacophony of gods, demons, animals. I have spent too many late hours watching out the window, waiting for something else to happen, for murderous regimes to collapse, for the moon to ooze life, for once-extinct pigeons to come strutting back into view, for these broken branches to very nearly flower.

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Howie Good is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.