Friday, December 27, 2013


                               At Foyers

                                                        for Jessica

           
Donnelly sat in the kitchen at Foyers
at midnight
while an actress
home from her play
just stood at the stove
lost in thought
making herself cocoa

the household
asleep in their rooms
it was late
he was annoyed she was there
disturbing solitude

oblivious that poetry
had come to life
in front of him

just a memory now
that actress

so Donnelly’s assets increase
as his life winds down

and can shards of broken poetry
be reassembled    
made whole    containers
for meditations?

or will we know of him just these scraps?

through Google  
Donnelly searched the net for names
sometimes found
an old friend
untimely
dead





                                    © Dick Russell, 2013, 2016

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