Request
Tell me of your home, so far away,
The way it was when you were still a child.
If you can find your way back to that place,
Describe for me those evenings, after play
Exhausted you – do you recall a mild
Sensation like a breeze across your face
That made you shiver after some delay?
Perhaps you did not notice, yet you smiled,
As if acknowledging a sweet embrace.
I need to know that others felt this way,
As if they had been touched by something wild
That comforted, then left without a trace.
Stephen Lefebure’s poems have appeared in Birmingham Poetry Review, Kansas Quarterly, The Ledge, Midwest Poetry Review, Raintown Review, Tucumcari Literary Review, Weber Studies, and The Iconoclast, among others. Stephen lives in Colorado.