Night letters #7

F



is for



fear





I’m afraid,

did you hear?



this war

coming

nearer & near,



I, three steps

away,



and you, your ear

cocked only

for what’s coming

up your drive,

crunch of gravel,

door flung open,

mad footsteps across your hardwood floor.



you lock your door.



but I’m afraid

not of her,



but of this,

my steps,

to war.