Read More: A brief Q&A with Kelly Houle
Stone lion, some nights
I sleep sitting up like you,
moonlit, wings folded.
Taps on the window,
seed pods bursting, my neighbor
can’t keep his secrets.
The moon is missing
that one ornamental cloud,
the faraway child.
Nighthawk haloing
the moon of the falling trees,
there and not there.
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Kelly Houle’s poems have appeared in Crab Orchard Review, The Meadow, Radar Poetry, Red Rock Review, The Round, Visitant, and others. She has an MFA in creative writing from Arizona State University, where she received a Virginia G. Piper Summer Creative Writing Fellowship. Kelly is also a visual artist.
Read More: A brief Q&A with Kelly Houle