“Dear John”

When A Verse Tells A Tale

dear john letter
caught in the railing
icy water below

Connecting

Observed early this morning:

jet streak
through the pre-dawn sky
connecting the dots

one small cloud
hooked on the new moon’s horn
why won’t it let go?

no footstep in the hall
the dull tick of the clock
sleep but no rest

all the words not said
all the ones that still echo
after the door slams

the cry of someone
left behind on the path
a keening wind

sunlight crashes
into my bedroom window
headache morning