- Some Time
Cave Canem: A Special Section
As if something etched into pressed pulp guarantees another chance
We walk away drop the phone in the cradle crumple the letter in both hands or watch flames eat it black
The next step could be on the plane headed for the mountains bathing under slow waves or the step on the curb twisted wheels will soon cover
As if our hearts can pump past the number of beats we were born with
As if our lungs can breathe more breaths than we arrived with
Eagerly we step into fantasy neglecting the sadness in our wakes the fresh welts from words whipped from feckless tongues
Easier to lie than to love.
Renée K. Moore, is a Chicago native with Louisiana roots. “Some Time” is her first published poem.