June 25, 2016Cliffs and the House by the Shore
Guests peer
Through the windows
Their breath bleeding stains on glass
Freeze—and they’ll fade away
Unceasing they run
From death
Glimpse—through the fog
Glimpse—through the water
The rats and the hounds and the cliffs and the house by the shore
Rain pounds on the door
Little house
Little chimney
Too small, and borderline dull
Guests peer
Through the windows
Their clothes billow out in the wind
Glimpse—through the fog
Glimpse—through the water
The rats and the hounds and the cliffs and the house by the shore
Rain pounds on the door
from 2016 RYPA