Zest Lit Issue 2, October 2013 - Page 148

Another Life | Steve Klepetar

And now you’ve slipped into another life,

like the underside of a song, far from the highway

and desert trees. It’s snowing again, and you can

no longer hear the sea whispering its lullabies

to well-combed sand. All the tourists are gone

and the pink hotels; seabirds nothing but a memory

from dreams. Your breath comes thick, a white

smoke rising from lips turning blue with cold,

your gloved hands growing numb. Over the land

darkness settles: in firelight a woman’s shadowy veil.