The Retreating View

The Window
by Lynn Houston

Where every epiphany occurs.
Where you think
Dreams don’t die
Any other way but hard.

Where you watch the stag herd scatter
After a disturbance you cannot see or hear,
Their hooves pound the earth on retreat
With the same rhythm as the last sentence he said to you:
This isn’t fun anymore.

—–

Lynn Marie Houston’s poems have appeared in Painted Bride Quarterly, Poydras Review, Hartskill Review, Alyss, and others. When she isn’t teaching English, she renovates her Airstream camper, tends her honeybees, and kayaks local rivers.

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hrholt1986

I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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