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David M. deLeon

This is the Way the Light Struck That Year

Evening not late, where the

Cry out
In the field
For you

I would gather pumpkins
In my arms
If I could carry
More than two.


My childhood love is waiting there
Past a bridge of brambles.


The path is sweet and set with vines
Poison ivy, poison oak, poison sumac.
The stream is not contained.
Step here.

Step here, I hate the mud
I want to build a house of stone
And clean the river-worms from it in the morning
With a rake.

David M. deLeon has worked in New Jersey as a music journalist, editor, and proofreader. His credits include The Adirondack Review, The Cortland Review, Fence Magazine, and Only The Sea Keeps: Poetry of the Tsunami. contact