when the rug crumpled under the fixtures,
the darkness was complete.
We were all in separate cellars.
We had to start tossing each other the bungee cords of
redemption,
Clamber out in an uncharted territory.
We emerged.
He was gone.
We had forgotten what big day he was headed for.
Our treatment plans were empty atavisms.
Accepted no amendments.
I went back out to see whether
a glow of rose yet graced the sky.
Andrew Oram is a writer and editor in the computer field. His
editorial projects have ranged from a legal guide covering intellectual
property to a graphic novel about teenage hackers. Print publications
where his work has appeared include The Economist, the Journal of
Information Technology & Politics, and Vanguardia Dossier. He
has lived in the Boston, Massachusetts area for more than 30 years.
His poems have been published in Ají, Arlington Literary Journal,
DASH, Genre: Urban Arts, Offcourse, Panoply, Soul-Lit, and
Speckled Trout Review.
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