we speak
in monosyllables
all through tea ...
my name misspelled
throughout our divorce papers
lone star
in the window
I hear
the sigh of
this widowed night
in a dream
my ex's dimpled smile ...
awake
I raise the blind
to winter rain
at the cold moon
my old dog swallows
its voice ...
another glass of wine
to this noisy silence
Ribbons, 9:2, Fall 2013