An Old Guy Thinks of Death About Twice a Day
Just the other day the phone had rung and when he picked it up
He only heard a silence, and after that
The sound of a little bell, chiming only once, and after that
He heard more silence for a while, and after that
When he had grown tired of the silence and was ready
To hang up
He heard the sound of an old gal’s voice, which said,
One quiet, calming word,
“Goodbye.”
Haiku 4
Eerie aftermath.
Uprooted upside down trees.
Raccoons perched on poles.
Gene Stearns is a retired health care executive. He has been happily married for many years. Gene enjoys reading good poetry and doing some writing when he thinks he has something at least vaguely interesting to say.