Returning The Call
A friend you lost touch with from college Left you a message last Fall; And now you must live with the knowledge You never returned the call. Our lives are shot through with distraction, Then death hangs a sign: ‘To Let’. Now, which in this stack calls for action— Which shall I live to regret?
Mandalay, Mustique February 2, 2008
This poem is a work in progress. It is incomplete, unfinished and has not been revised. It is meant only to offer a glimpse into the notebook of a poet at work. Please do not post it onto other sites or publish it in any form without this notice being attached. Thank you — Felix Dennis