There’s the pregnant pause
( )
of waiting
(parenthesis globing the belly)
of the breaststroke comma
a wave caught in a lap,
there’s the ellipses…
that hang like garland
expectant pearls
Christmas? Maybe just the slow egg of Easter
I have a question
mark
that lone earring wended by the wind
of “I don’t know”
--a place of hope—
dashed by
“I wish”
that swoopy declaration
surrounded by black confetti
hung on a star
with its smog face
and chipped points
you brush your lips
against its blue ear and whisper
“I will.”
Period.
Life in Punctuation
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I am a northwest Arkansas writer of mostly poems and essays. I have lived in the Ozarks for over 19 years and have a Pekingese named Tricki Woo after The dog in All All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot.