listener by Herb Kauderer

Herb Kauderer

on nights like this
when lightning chases
leaves down the mountain

and the wind
stalks the grass
like a cat

the eastern gods walk
as long ago

you can hear them
calling each other
in the thunder

and on a distant peak
one lone man
stands and listens

               Xenophilia #7 July 1993


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