03/06/2013

I play a game some nights:
quarter an apple

and toss each piece
to a corner of the yard,

turn off the lights,
and wait for what might arrive.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This poem was once a good two pages long.

BIO:

Keith Leonard's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Best New Poets 2009, Hayden’s Ferry Review, The Journal, Memorious, Mid-American Review, minnesota review, Washington Square Review, and elsewhere. He is currently a Future Faculty Teaching Fellow at IUPUI in Indianapolis.
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