She taught me to catch the rain on my tongue,
to taste the city and the clouds. She held my
hand and taught me how to be a bird, to slip

into a body of hollow bones, to peer from tree
tops and peck and scratch and fly. She taught
me to feel the wind like her fingers in my hair,

how not to be afraid to leap into the wildness
of her voice, the music of her body, honey
dripping from her fingers like sticky streams of gold.

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Steve Klepetar

Steve Klepetar

Steve Klepetar’s work has received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, including three in 2014.Recent collections include: Speaking to the Field Mice, Blue Season (with Joseph Lisowski), My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto, and Return of the Bride of Frankenstein.
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