One Pass Mountain Without Snow

I passed a smile on the street that grew
like a bubble I wanted to save

She smiled in my direction
carelessly seducing a stranger

Yet she smiled into
a cell phone
her disembodied love

I hung up
on my pending flirt

Loneliness rings in my ears

My phone is death.

I postpone answering.

I’ve long passed, but
I hear her scream,
“Bastard! Who is she…
We’re done…”

I run back to help,
to commiserate

She smacks me in the face.
“Buzz off creep,” she cries.

Loneliness is good sometimes, but
I’d rather have a phone
if
connected.
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert