Monday, August 02, 2021

Red Lights, Vol. 17, Number 2, June 2021

we had almost
forgotten how to smile . . .
a loveliness
of ladybugs spills down
the rotten fencepost


I gently strum
a lark's bleached ribcage . . .
how long
have you lain here
with your mossy heart

we never
expect grief to come
calling . . .
will no one answer
the phone of the wind*

*An unconnected phone booth in Japan helps people cope with the loss of loved ones.

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