In a Place Like This
for fear of dreams
IN A PLACE LIKE THIS
The world shut down At four o’clock A curtain fell The traffic stopped. Buildings shook The doors slammed tight Keys were turned Closed for the night. Low in the sky Clouds blocked the sun Birds gathered Their wings aflame. A train whistle moaned Far down the track The deer were restless As hawks took flight. The funeral procession Entered the gate Bleary eyed mourners Circled the grave. The priest read the prayers And blessed the spot The coffin was lowered Before all were gone. The townspeople found it Hard to sleep Their eyes could not rest For fear of their dreams. The charge was murder In the first degree Impossible to imagine In a place like this. ©2026 Stephanie M. Vargo
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