Saturday, October 21, 2023

Roadside by Susan Isla Tepper

 For Richard Fox
                   
The place that sheltered me 
is burning— though no smoke  
nor the enticing smell of leaves 
crackling in a lit barrel, roadside.
All that is long passed over.
I see you every time I walk
the bend and you come ‘round 
from the other way
passing the prickly barberry
your little dog on its leash.
We both smile waving goodbye.





Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.

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