For A Friend Who Had Gone Cold One Summer Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am just wondering
why you have not visited us for years.
it is not the rain,

it stopped.
or was it so much sunshine?

does light hurt somehow
let me know
how softness can be that
unbearable at times.

how is you wife?
did you tie her again
by that post inside your

room?
we heard her scream
inside our dreams
we tried to hold her but she is like

smoke
from your kitchen with a
lot of our
concoctions.

how are you?
is anger that overwhelming?

do not close your door
since you did not come

we are coming then
to tell you that we care.