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,
gently,
of
negligence.
~
first published in Ann Arbor Review
