My # 19 for National Poetry Month
i seldom hear the you
in your call.
it reminds me a bit of a star trek transporter,
not that i would ever step into one.
words deconstructed (read destroyed)
on one end
sometimes to be reassembled
on the other,
but sometimes not.
and like a faulty transporter
words fall into pieces
their meaning lost
in the ether.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
ps--our show opened on Friday. It is good, but I am tired. I have a matinee today and then things will calm down a bit and I can get back on track I hope.