Rebecca Drouilhet

Where Angels Fear to Tread

The junkie in the doorway tightens his tourniquet. Too lit up to see the stars, he’s hoping heaven comes to him.  Hundreds of thousands passing each other in the tunnel, and everyone knows someone who won’t come home tonight.  

black moon
I get to know
the undertaker

We walk among the tombs and can’t speak to the dead. The world turns round and round, and once again the answers slip away.  The eulogy seems strangely familiar.  As I turn to leave, I wonder how to get back home.

dark umbrella
the steady drum
of winter rain

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About the Author

Rebecca Drouilhet is a retired registered nurse who lives in Picayune, Mississippi, in the Deep South region. Her work has appeared in many venues and has won several awards. She likes reading, word games, and listening to the rain.