Slides under door jambs,
pouring through windows,
painting my room black.
This evening was spent
watching old movies.
Song-and-dance actors
looping through gay,
improbable plots.
All my plates are put away,
cups hanging on hooks.
The towel is still moist.
I blow out cinnamon candles,
wafting the air with spice.
Listening now to heat
sputtering and dogs
barking at winds.
Winter pummels skeletal
trees as the moon’s big
yellow eye haunts shadows.
Joan McNerney is originally from Brooklyn but now lives in a small town in
upstate New York. She has recited her poetry at the National Arts Club, New
York City, State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute, San
Antonio and the University of Houston, Texas. Published worldwide in over
thirty five countries, her work has appeared in numerous literary publications.
Four Best of the Net nominations have been awarded to her. The Muse in
Miniature, Love Poems for Michael I, II and At Work are available on
Amazon.com A new release entitled Light & Shadow explores the recent
historic COVID pandemic.
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