NEWS CYCLE
by Steve Klepetar
It is a strange spring
rivers lined with skeletons
- Agha Shahid Ali
Winter froze the bodies
but now in spring
rains and thaw.
Bones in the mud
on river banks
where we walk
listening
to the awful news
as if it really
were strings
of words
we’d never heard ,
the way our fancy
reinvents the sound
of wings beating
at window panes.
Night fills frames
with street
lights burning
through darkness.
Our ears chafe
and redden;
a cycle ebbs to silence ,
frozen to our screens.
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