Love and Romance Relationships Uncategorized

“…yon window breaks”

Light tumbles from her window
staining the grass below; elongated
rectangle of bright green in the night
a trap-door of illumination I want
to step on, fall through, down;
down into the dusty cellar
where she waits by
that light.

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.