Blankness Falling

Springtime,
tiptoeing past
the sake of her needs,
her clean serious
faith and values.
He – hypocrite – liked
trying to read her heart.
They prayed together
like that one statue,
for simple courage.
Willing to lie,
he moved his head,
a last-ditch desperation,
a sin.
They sat
in sun,
lying,
values blocked,
a moment of grace.

Source: “Good People.” The New Yorker


GARY GLAUBER is a poet, fiction writer, teacher, and aficionado of obscure power pop music. He was a proud participant in The Found Poetry Review’s Pulitzer Remix project in April 2013. Recent poems are published or forthcoming in; Stone Voices; Flutter Poetry Journal, The Bicycle Review; Red Ochre Lit; The Kitchen Poet; Untitled, With Passengers; Chupa Chabra House; Eunoia Review; and Black Cat Lit.

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