Handwritten
a free-form poem about writing
Published in
Sep 17, 2021
No keys —
no stilettoed words tottering
on sidewalk, clipped phrases flailing
at the sky.
Tonight
I write.
Nib to paper
ink on white
feet tucked under
windows flung
wide …
Welcome
kind angel.
I dim the light
so you can come closer.
Talk to me.
I am listening.
