The Literary Review
--in the litter beside road--
Piles of garbage
litter roadside
gather under guardrail.
Small gusts of wind
flutter some pieces of trash
insects and rodents flee
into leaf clutter.
Headlights catch eyes
strange glows,
wonder what kind of soul
dwells there?
- David E. Howerton
--in those long twilights--
It’s
small
worlds spin
time lines fall
figures walk through fog
fuzzy branes conversations bleed.
- David E. Howerton
--just a question of when--
How
night
seems to
glow with stars
humanity gave
to those who come after we’re gone.
- David E. Howerton