It is everywhere here.
The garden with the single flower in front of the house
is grey with it.
Your black dog in the backyard sneezes constantly,
his long legs are burning twigs.
The single bird above in the grayish clouds stands still.
You walk toward the house, leaving your footsteps
in the ashes.
Dust yourself off before you enter the house of pain.
Everything is better than good. The quiet night
outside. The candles burning in the room.
The slow music in the stereo. The wine breathing
in the decanter. The baby sleeping in the crib.
The water in the tall glass. The poems in the book
of poems. The pristine white walls. The open fire
and the cat sleeping by the fireplace with the crack
in her heart through which the dark creeps out again.
Peycho Kanev is the author of four poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in USA and Europe. He has won several European awards for his poetry and his poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others.