6 "word" memoir

composition notebook

hallelujah

red

hatchet

oregon

early-bird

dream farewell

she told me last night
that the beetles were gone.
she tried to see where they went,
blinded, squinting at the sun.

as i gaze at the distance
the mile-high window
admonishes the light
blinding. inpenetrable.

i wonder where they could be.
and if she's lost her faith.
her faith in me.

i bet her love for the world.
but i believe i will return.