Burnt Sonnet
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There is no turn. It’s just more of the same:
a cat prowls along the side of a house,
where dead leaves tumble and swirl. If I aim
to pray for a lasting peace that could tame
the wars that fever in our hearts, I’d rouse
you from your lethargy, call your name.
J.C. Reilly is the author of four poetry collections, including What Magick May Not Alter, a Southern Gothic novel-in-verse. She serves as editor of Atlanta Review and makes her home with three cats.