Saturday, September 17, 2022

Japanese Horses by Paul Ilechko

The Japanese horses stand there 
taut and muscular     as the great 
red sun slowly descends

it will be later when the spiders 
appear     bottle-bodied within 
their filaments     scurrying in 
the darkness of nighttime’s shadows

inside the bar he sits quietly 
an embodiment of patient sadness
the cynicism of life now behind him
sipping from his glass     the owl

solidly unmovable     even in 
the harshness of an incandescent bulb
on the wall behind him     a painting
horses     waiting for the sun to set.




Paul Ilechko is a British/American poet and songwriter. Born in South Yorkshire, he now lives with his partner in Lambertville, NJ. His work has appeared in a variety of journals, including The Night Heron Barks, Louisiana Literature, Iron Horse Literary Review, Sleet Magazine, and The Inflectionist Review. His first album, "Meeting Points", was released in 2021.  


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