Poetry Issue 13

   Issue # 13 : January - March 2011

Alex Gregorio

A Secret

      The band’s already playing
      But you're still lost in the book
      Where your life is ending.

      O mechanical playing of trumpets
      Whispers a boy to a deaf man
      By the cutout of a frozen lake.

      If you must you will find it,
      Tattered on a paged clothesline,
      Worried by the angry birds of words.

      Stay a bit longer, the book tempts,
      If only for a merriment.

      The dark drink finds
      High harmonies in the glass.
      Sing if it’s danger in your hands.