You might come
some night, some night dizzy
with fireflies singeing black sky
with hot yellow flirtations.
You might come,
but each night, each day,
chances are less.
As I grow older, I miss you more,
the you I wait for, the one
I’ve never met.
Laury A. Egan’s first full-length poetry collection, Snow, Shadows, a Stranger, was released from FootHills Publishing in 2009. Her work has received a Pushcart Prize nomination and has appeared in Atlanta Review, Welter, The Emily Dickinson Awards Anthology, The Ledge Magazine, Centrifugal Eye, Willows Wept Review, Ginosko, Leaf Garden, Diverse Voices Quarterly, Main Channel Voices, Boston Literary Quarterly, Best of Foliate Oak 2010, Lowestoft Chronicle (UK), and forthcoming ina Static Movement Press anthology, Halfway Down the Stairs, and Sephyrus Press’ Afterlife Anthology. In addition, she writes fiction and is a fine arts photographer. Web site: www.lauryaegan.com