The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 2 | Page 12

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The drama

by Tom Montag

Kii, kii,

says the hawk.

The wind

quiets itself

with the trees.

In this scene

the mice

say nothing.

LOOKING AT THE STARS

by Tom Montag

I sit in the backyard.

The night glows with stars.

Somewhere north of here

first snow is falling.

To the south, high winds

and heat lightning.

Overhead, the stars are steady.

They do not fail me.

I will fly towards them

on my final day

with all my heart,

my eyes wide open.

They wait to take me

and I wait to go.