Say I love you like the light
of last Sunday, which burned
green against the back
of our sad garden made of glass.
Say I came here to forget you
and only did the opposite.
It must be tired, that light,
traveling across miles
of nothing close to grace
to find two almost perfect bodies
hiding in the tall grass
from all they might have been.
Under a Stained Glass Window at St. Andrew’s in Park Circle, Summer 2025
DAN LEACH has published fiction and poetry in Copper Nickel, The Southern Review, and The Sun. Junah at the End of the World, his debut novel, won the South Carolina Novel Prize and received a Kirkus star. He lives in the lowcountry of South Carolina and teaches creative writing at Charleston Southern University.