reception
A full moon was following me home
when you called to say
the cicadas whirring in the summer heat
had reminded you of me
I was in and out of range and rock canyons
and the phone dropped the call
when it lost the satellite’s signal
but the moon hung in there
the whole way
More sample poems can be found at his blog, an illuminated path of heart.
All poems are the property of David Anthony Martin and used by permission.
