DENNIS PHILLIPS

from Study for the Ideal City

Wind Line

They were each silent
while the windows moaned.

The moon fades out before it's passed, or so they observed.

As usual she was holding the key and kept it.

Or because the whole house trembled.
The glass itself a rare commodity.
As if anything for sale.

A new kind of insect was seen
and a response to any of the unsensed forces.