Parenthetical

William Keckler
Aug 27, 2023

The fingernails on a stone windowsill,
the things we say to each other in dreams.

Not you, not me. The stone sill is slate-still,
facing the city not a city now.

Slate dreams in a one room schoolhouse
where no one will return but moonlight

and the things moonlight says
in its voice of buried chalk.

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William Keckler

Writer, visual artist. Books include Sanskrit of the Body, which won in the U.S. National Poetry Series (Penguin). https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/532348.