Alphabet Poem #23

The W poem.

Wishing-tree results: inconclusive

Cuts and a burn mark
scar the hand that crushed the light bulb

A burnt-plastic smell lingers
when I leave the room, I can still taste it

Resistance generates heat

Musical memory
takes me back to the moment

I feel the tears in my eyes
as though it were happening now

I taste salt on my lips

We listened to the music together
but never danced

What could we have been thinking?

Despite my memory, unbowed
the letter has disintegrated by now

ink and bleach
leached back into the soil

the words untouched

A few years ago
I tied a wish to the branch of a tree

Whether or not they have come true
the words I put to paper then

fail me now

(23 November 2016)