Why is there a missed call
when my phone never rang?
Why do things disappear
before me, such as strips
of garnish at a restaurant,
or an after-dream vision
of my father in color,
or a mattress cover just
removed from wrapping?
Once, after I woke, I saw
Jane asleep, fetal position,
at the end of our ancient bed,
and I wanted to cover her
with a blanket but was afraid
I would awaken her pain.
Before I could, she left again.
Ronald Moran lives in Simpsonville, South Carolina. His poems have been published in Commonweal, Connecticut Poetry Review, Louisiana Review, Maryland Poetry Review, Negative Capability, North American Review, Northwest Review, South Carolina Review, Southern Review, Tar River Poetry, The Wallace Stevens Journal, and in twelve books/chapbooks of poetry. Clemson University Press will publish his Eye of the World shortly. He has won a number of awards and his work is archived in Special Collections at Furman University.
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