Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Window Shopping

Grinning, disheveled, leaning against yellowest
willow, a cut on your shin, smell of dead leaves

You step from cabs, bent knee birthed in streetlight
You half-sleep in hammocks under ruddy overcast
You should be by the willow, disheveled

I can’t put dreams back where they find me


mbyrneMatthew Byrne received his MFA from University of Montana in 1999. He has been published in some journals, and had a poem included in the anthology The Best American Poetry 2007. Matthew’s chapbook Silent Partner won the 2013 Sow’s Ear Poetry Chapbook contest. He currently resides in Naperville, IL, with his wife and 3 children, and works as an insurance consultant.


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