The future is a bride
crossing a footbridge
lined with votive lights
near midnight, knowing
there isn’t much time.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- [poem removed by author]
- Milonga sentimental
- In the grey sky, a blue wound:
- At last
- Something takes a few steps and stops
- Metro
- Don’t let the dogs smell your fear
- Immigrant Time
- Concert call
- Standards of Learning
- Wind Chill
- The second crop
- [poem removed by author]
- Mile Marker
- Mission
- February Elegy
- Storm Watch
- Authorship
- Filigree
- House Arrest
- [hidden by author]
- Epithalamion
- Bespoke
- Ghazal for Unforgetting
- Instructions for prospective contributors
- Call and Response
- The Present