Subtext
Unrecognized local number texting
‘Why did you change to “might come”
this weekend?’ I froze. Daydreaming
Of visiting my father on his 85th birthday.
Death’s number is always local, no
Matter how far away he seems.
And yes, he saw my mother fall,
Perforated inside, and went into the
Woods with eyes half seeing,
To the retired cop’s house for help.
And sometimes I see him there
Among the scrub oak, out
Of options, unsure, trying to lead
Death away from the house
And that was the time I came.
Translations from the English 
wonderful
Thanks Emily.
The places that a misdirected message can take us. Haunting post.
Yes, VJ, so true.
The Universe telling us things in so many signs…
This is so moving, I don’t even know what to say back
I will say thank you, then.