Selected Poems
Lights across the way
The lights across the way have
come on, again. We are awake
and together in separate homes
in the middle of another night.
From this window, nothing known will
be resolved here, with worthless worry
pacing back into blackened bedrooms.
The lights across the way
have gone out, again.
Someone else will have
to answer the call.
---
On a wall, next to full-size sliding glass doors
an old coin pay phone in her penthouse rings.
Once loud and long. On us suddenly, like a virus.
Frigid air moans into the open room
She stirs as she sleeps, sideways.
She has curled up, lies face down
blanket free, fetal and unaware.
The radio drones on in French
about closing the border. We are
alone, silenced between homes.
come on, again. We are awake
and together in separate homes
in the middle of another night.
From this window, nothing known will
be resolved here, with worthless worry
pacing back into blackened bedrooms.
The lights across the way
have gone out, again.
Someone else will have
to answer the call.
---
On a wall, next to full-size sliding glass doors
an old coin pay phone in her penthouse rings.
Once loud and long. On us suddenly, like a virus.
Frigid air moans into the open room
She stirs as she sleeps, sideways.
She has curled up, lies face down
blanket free, fetal and unaware.
The radio drones on in French
about closing the border. We are
alone, silenced between homes.
