Inspired by the line ‘Notes friends tied to the doorknob’ from the poem Burning the Old Year by Naomi Shihab Nye.
My train of thought
Is haunted
By well-chosen words
Written on mauled
Scraps of paper,
Notes friends tied to the doorknob
When I refused to let them in.
Cradled in paperiness
And desiccated tears,
I trace the light of language
That lingers in my carrion dawn,
A lifeline in the deepening shadows.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
