Night Crier
    Footnotes

    “Night Crier,” New Era, Aug. 1983, 28

    Night Crier

    Now that you’re gone

    there’s a hole in the

    floor where your bed

    used to be. The closet

    is echoing white.

    The wind round our

    house whistles lonely.

    I sit in my chair,

    our lamp is turned

    off. My mind is my

    only companion.

    The evening my solace.

    A shadow to swallow

    the tears that escape

    in the blackness.