Mark A. Fisher
dawn
if you had seen her eyes
when she was young
summer afternoons
where she seemed to know
my true name
like it was written
on the bark of trees
for owls to read
we adopted her nightmares
brought them up as our own
only dreaming for themselves
we never understood
that they were mere
cling wrap phantoms
trying to be profound
when she left me
I wrote her a letter
I keep it in a drawer
with rubber bands
and bits of string
rattling about
with the mornings
that never came
when she was young
summer afternoons
where she seemed to know
my true name
like it was written
on the bark of trees
for owls to read
we adopted her nightmares
brought them up as our own
only dreaming for themselves
we never understood
that they were mere
cling wrap phantoms
trying to be profound
when she left me
I wrote her a letter
I keep it in a drawer
with rubber bands
and bits of string
rattling about
with the mornings
that never came
Biography
Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright living in Tehachapi, CA. His poetry has appeared in: Angel City Review, A Sharp Piece of Awesome, Altadena Poetry Review, Penumbra, Turnip Truck(s), and many other places. His first chapbook, drifter, is available from Amazon. His second, hour of lead, won the 2017 San Gabriel Valley Poetry Chapbook Contest. His plays have appeared on California stages in Pine Mountain Club, Tehachapi, Bakersfield, and Hayward. He has also won cooking ribbons at the Kern County Fair.
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