Saw the light on, neighbour

I haven’t yet learned how
to call you up and come around

with the cheapest wine
but the bestest picture on the label

and watch from your porch
the charcoal trees outlive another sun

maybe find some old song
we both of us can hum

and teach each other that, at least
until the words have come

your grief and mine
two hands of the same thumb

This poem appears in


Pass it Along

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2016