bel canto

the croaking stopped
for a moment

the rococo mirror
required no glance.

and in my room
my phone rings

your image comes up
and I'm speaking to
your photo
as well as you.

and I heard the bell
ring again

"will someone see who that is?"

the bell keeps ringing so
i go to the door
and waiting, a solid block
of sunlight

runs right over me