The Breakthrough Poem by Steven Federle

The Breakthrough



Slate sky,
the wind has died

calm chill
flows over
the sleeping street

when
bursts a white flame
feathers rising
to the heavy sky.

To the impending rain
ascends the crane

to heaven’s
dark promise.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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