sound of a back alley
something somebody missed
and did not want to happen
suddenly another hand
joined the one clapping
and made a noise

a little sound that
somebody heard
turned the head
an inclination
of the cerebrum
a chance to listen to the
silence for just a second
to pay attention to

just one instant
recorded as if
it had not really happened
but did
a butterfly’s kiss
in the middle of
a dream of a field
of daisies

like a bat that
flickered just
out of the
of vision
a little whisper of
perhaps a ghost
a grey nothing
in a cobweb

is that you Harriet
when Harriet
has been dead for a year
dead and cremated
and buried
so if it’s Harriet
it’s really just
drifting in a corner

don’t wake up
you don’t want to know
just let it go
just so
was that it

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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