Richard Evans

Requiem for Living

the sunshine dancing about the nebulas
lands squarely upon the earth 
then peeks through the kitchen window
with a most inviting smirk

the guitar resting quietly
plagued by strings out of tune
prays there will be time
to play those Mississippi delta blues

caring hands place hot French bread
on top of an old stove
the aroma follows them down the hall
as they knock upon the door

a sonnet screams for pro-nouns
but there is no answer to this call
lying on a sheet-less mattress
I stare holes in the apartment wall