Skip to content

Log Out

×

Poetry

The view from the west-facing window dwindled and gloamed.
The flies continued to buzz,
________________________the mice never set a pad down.
The flies continued to buzz.
Who is the father of time, death or his arrogant brother?

 

Image depends on its subscribers and supporters. Join the conversation and make a contribution today.

+ Click here to make a donation.

+ Click here to subscribe to Image.


The Image archive is supported in part by an award from the National Endowment for the Arts.

Related Poetry

On Liturgy

By

Jennifer Polson Peterson

The Givenness of the Oak Leaves

By

Matthew Robb Brown

The House of Reinvention

By

Rodger Kamenetz

Common Prayer

By

Geri Doran

Receive ImageUpdate, our free weekly newsletter featuring the best from Image and the world of arts & faith

* indicates required