E Mail to Damniso Lopez: Sense

Print by Phillip Moore


E MAIL TO DAMNISO LOPEZ

(SENSE)

The sense of being touched.
Comes
From the touch
Of a fingertip
That is absent,
Fingernails
Are painted a pale green.
My flesh
Says
"Inside your body
Is a phone that never rings
Because
It is not connected to a power line
Or structure."
Gazing outside,
I feel shut in,
But on the power line
Sits
A Flycatcher
With a long tail
Curled
And quivering
On the end.


- Duane Locke

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