Avoiding the Owls

Obsolete movies
This is all we have to show
More art than science

Rain coming in the window
You never see the clock move

When you are asleep

When I was a stone
I did not need Hallowe’en
Death inside my mouth

It was an absorbing time
We were sitting in the dark

                        Avoiding the owls

Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living on the banks of the Hudson River in Beacon, NY, where he happens to be the 2015-2016 poet laureate. His poetry and short fiction has appeared in Elm Leaves Journal, Caketrain, Jellyfish Review, Otoliths, and The Los Angeles Review, as well as other print and online journals.

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