Peggy Hale Bilbro
Endings
She left a note on the fridge for him, but he didn’t find it for three days. “Sorry. I had to go.” That was all it said. So he was as much in the dark as during the three days before he found the note. He poured his coffee and sat at the table where they had eaten together for so many years, not sure if he even wanted to know why she had to leave. Some things are best left alone.
flood tide the anemone opens
About the Author
Peggy Bilbro lives in Alabama with her husband. Her poetry reflects her life-long interest in the large and small miracles of the world, from dust-bunnies to star-dust, from mouse holes to black holes. She finds pleasure in the creative challenge of translating those miracles into poetry.