Saturday, November 28, 2015

A closing

photo by rose mary boehm

A closing
by Rose Mary Boehm

On the other side of you
there is a no place,

where silences build
bridges across hidden waters,

where Pirandello’s actors
are searching for a stage,
lost for a script.

Concrete begets concrete,
and the heart can no longer
accommodate love, or perhaps

it just dies,
of negligence.

~ first published in Ann Arbor Review