by Michael Shindler (April 2022)
The Park, Gustav Klimt, 1910
A whisper makes its way
In the night’s greenery,
Going where it may
Through the scenery.
But it stops at a broken bowl,
Perhaps cast aside during a picnic,
With gilding at the rim.
Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.
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