The W poem.

Wishing-tree results: inconclusive

1
Cuts and a burn mark
scar the hand that crushed the light bulb

A burnt-plastic smell lingers
when I leave the room, I can still taste it

Resistance generates heat

2
Musical memory
takes me back to the moment

I feel the tears in my eyes
as though it were happening now

I taste salt on my lips

3
We listened to the music together
but never danced

What could we have been thinking?

4
Despite my memory, unbowed
the letter has disintegrated by now

ink and bleach
leached back into the soil

the words untouched

5
A few years ago
I tied a wish to the branch of a tree

Whether or not they have come true
the words I put to paper then

fail me now

(23 November 2016)