Duende – John T Leonard

Loose shingles,
gutter dust washed out
like government issued
grass seed. What now?
The president, China,
Tim Allen. Making lists as healthcare.

Remember when the wind said,
“Hold Me”
and it wasn’t a whisper?
We both heard it,
louder than a train whistle,
clearer than the leaded glass
of your father’s liquor cabinet.
In broad daylight, we ran like dogs
being pelted by steel bolts.

Around the fire now,
the stalking glow of ember, as it was
thousands of years ago when the first
story was told—but it’s not the only light
that can pull me away,
a flash from the forest,
an echo.

No comfort these days.
Without you now. Still waiting
for the day when the wind
comes for me again.

John T. Leonard is an award-winning writer, English teacher, and poetry editor for Twyckenham Notes. He holds an M.A. in English from Indiana University. His previous works have appeared in Poetry Quarterly, december, Chiron Review, North Dakota Review, Roanoke Review, Punt Volat, High Shelf Press, Rappahannock Review, Jelly Bucket, Mud Season Review, The Blue Mountain Review, Genre: Urban Arts, Stonecoast Review, and Trailer Park Quarterly. He lives in Elkhart, Indiana with his wife, three cats, and two dogs. You can follow him on Twitter at @jotyleon and @TwyckenhamNotes.

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