The Window
by Lynn Houston
Where every epiphany occurs.
Where you think
Dreams don’t die
Any other way but hard.
Where you watch the stag herd scatter
After a disturbance you cannot see or hear,
Their hooves pound the earth on retreat
With the same rhythm as the last sentence he said to you:
This isn’t fun anymore.
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Lynn Marie Houston’s poems have appeared in Painted Bride Quarterly, Poydras Review, Hartskill Review, Alyss, and others. When she isn’t teaching English, she renovates her Airstream camper, tends her honeybees, and kayaks local rivers.
