Nails cut red sea scallops into her thumb
Held back from digging deeper.
What was the point?
He’d shut his Facebook door
Disenfranchised her from sending
Seven years of speaking
Slammed shut silence.
Read Pablo Neruda’s Lost Poems
Listened to hummingbirds
Chitter outside on her patio
Beak-sipping from red plastic flowers,
A sugar sweetness but no nectar,
as she retracted her finger
If the hummingbirds knew
If they could tell the difference.
- Review of my poetry collection “Two Places” by Nina Serrano of Estuary Press.