Mostly Mystery Reviews

Sylvia watched the sailboats
outside her window
and heard the carillon
chime an elegy

The remnants of her love
fell around her
like flakes of soot
in the harsh glare of complexity

The sun, loud and clear
glanced of the beauty
of innuendoes
and circled her iron patience

Perhaps, love
in its altered dimensions
will take pity
on her boredom,
exquisite and excessive

And sting her again
with the astringency
of witch hazel.