"Somewhere Near Peaceful Valley"
25th Annual Writing Contest Poetry Runner-Up
by Sean Webb
Tonight is a black bear
sleeping in the graveyard
across the road from the food store.
Last night,
was a years-long war
in an old century, fought
by countries with forgotten names.
Some nights are a burlap sack.
Some, a silk-lined hat.
You are still not here, and tomorrow,
I am sure, will be the darkness
filling the ivy, climbing the bricks.
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