Fearful Apologies To A Heart
So True And Sweet

by Sam Silva.

Like a phone call that you never made,
or say, dialed wrong,
and then hung up, mistaken
in that huge heart of your chaos, lover,
woman!, under wraps and cover
of a late night doze
toward even breath

that calls in its sleepy summer expanse
to the dry leaves of Fall
and the Winter snows

like painful winter birth
that in its intuition all but knows

the paths that sisters, brothers,
and other childhood friends
have taken
to their tragic, Springtime, death.