Friend (4)

After the deluge, I think

to call the boy back. Not

boy, but man, someone I shared

moments with, last week’s

friend—the first. I don’t

remember where I first found

the courage to write him, and

I know I am not an ordinary

tree. Someone preaches from

the corner of a story, and

tomorrow may be the way we

want after all. In the

last place I looked, I found

the number. But I couldn’t

write him. It would be

the wrong thing, an accident.

But isn’t that a beginning?

Laura Carter writes: “I am a poet and teacher living in Atlanta, where I was raised. I went to grad school over a decade ago, but I still work with students in writing classes every day. I've published eight chapbooks of poetry over the years, most recently with Dancing Girl Press. “