by JL Peridot
Where did you go, my gossamer boy?
You crowed your summer song too soft
and one verse short.
Sunset clucks in your absence:
wistful memory of a voice,
pecking my cheek and disappearing
on the autumn breeze.
JL Peridot writes love letters to the future on devices from the past. She lives with a couple of good eggs in Boorloo/Perth, Western Australia.