- The Wait
On the night of dark whales someone dies off the California coast.The mortician goes to work, doesn’t come home. Palms follow, sweep fallen stars into the sea.His daughter counts foghorns like sheep. Some nights she begs the moon on her bed not to go. [End Page 141]
Pamela Davis’s poems have appeared in Atlanta Review (winner of the International Publication Prize), Nimrod (semifinalist for the Neruda Award), Southern Poetry Review, CALYX, and elsewhere. A freelance writer and editor in Santa Barbara, California, she has been published twice in Prairie Schooner.