By Ace Boggess
Your call. Mine.
What did I want
to say to you?
To what did you allude
in the message
you didn’t leave
like a love letter
arriving too late
for the soldier
who dies tomorrow?
We have these voids,
missed opportunities.
We feel inadequate
as if trying to wind
a digital clock.
We don’t know
what to do
with our hands,
so wave from windows
a city apart.
No one sees us,
the air charged,
storm clouds ready
to gray the gap.
Ace Boggess is author of six books of poetry, most recently Escape Envy. His writing has appeared in Indiana Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Notre Dame Review, Harvard Review, and other journals. An ex-con, he lives in Charleston, West Virginia, where he writes and tries to stay out of trouble. His seventh collection, Tell Us How to Live, is forthcoming in 2024 from Fernwood Press.
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