Cloud form. Shadows on snow, crow is alone.
Wants us to know: city thrums, sirens depart. If we
could find the heart of.
Have separated from. Nearing end of, have no words
of our own. I leaf through the poems of another, lying
in his wife's arms.
About The Author
Leonard Gontarek -- email@example.com -- was a Pennsylvania Council of the Arts fellow in 2004. His recent book of poems is Deja Vu Diner, published by Autumn House Press in 2006. His poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, Field, Fence, Pool, Blackbird, The Best American Poetry 2005,and Joyful Noise! An Anthology of American Spiritual Poetry. He conducts poetry workshops at The University City Arts League and in the Philadelphia Arts in Education Program.