POETRY: Communication
Talking into space
I watch my words like race cars on the track
negotiate the curve of coiled pavement-colored wires
to reach the finish line, an ear
or letter by letter
pop up like weeds upon a garden page
click the ‘send’ or ‘publish’ hypertexted word
to reach a reader’s eye
then wait
as for an echo’s traveling time
to reach its destination, to touch the soul
or return unwanted to its sender
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology