Audrey Howitt Poetry, Alive and Well

the distance between us
is marked by fence posts,
regular intervals
browning in light and failing wind
here for the long haul.

wire carries murmurs
that used to feel like love,
once.

i feel its unrepentant language
foment mirages
which speak now only
in unvoiced consonant clusters
meant to be soothing,
once.

now, it isn't enough.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2019


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