Eavesdrop
Low murmur through open window,
soon to take southern flight; the patter
or rustle of vines grown the whole way up
the side of my redbrick house, soon to disappear—
the sunny humidity is here for likely the last time;
September soon to set in, the death of another summer,
the nail in the coffin, and we put it in the ground–
I hear a cough, sick season coming,
the cough of a girl awaiting the bus
or a frozen drill into her cranium—
and this is what I hear as I listen
to the world outside the window:
trucks and hell and obligation and evaporating spirit,
and the inevitable first frost—
I swear I can hear it approaching.
© Heath Brougher
Heath Brougher’s work has appeared in over 450 publications in 25 countries and been translated into anthologies in Albania and Kososvo. He is the co-poetry editor of Into the Void Magazine as well as a Best of the Net Nominee. His publications include 3 chapbooks, 1 full length book as well as work in journals such as Inscape Literary Magazine, Chiron Review, Mobius, Main Street Rag, Blue Fifth Review, End of 83, Unlikely Stories, First Literary Review-East, BlazeVOX, SLAB, eFiction India, and elsewhere.
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