Please come back — A glimmer over the bog.
An iridescent shimmer,
shaped like someone
you loved and lost,
a beckoning,
a reckoning,
a whisper
that sounds something like
I love you,
something like
How could you? You follow, full of sighs
and empty why’s,
cool mist mingling
with your tears,
mud staining
your widow’s weeds,
as Will ‘O the…