Cannot Be Completed As Dialed


pressing our ears to wires
we tap Morse code on rust
hoping for lightning:
a storm against silence


Four Lonely Poems

Caught between
two old friends
and two young lovers,
her arched face drinks up
a gossip of friendly banter.

The guard on campus
eats a cinnamon roll.
Behind the rain-splattered glass
of his station,
he dines with pigeons as company.

In a trio of women,
one strained face
making polite conversation
over vegan luncheon.

Abandoning his bike halfway,
the boy walks across a bridge,
hands in his pockets.