House of Heart

The sweltering breath of a summer

squall rushes east to west weaving

through Spanish moss and tender willow’s that brush the earth.

Sultry sighs vanish in the night like feathers carried on a breeze.

Across the way a single candle casts its shadow on a strangers wall.

In it’s ghostly light a girl dances like a wild bird,

starling wings, undulating murmurings, a melody,

and she alone drives the night.
art by Steve Goad

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