Cancion Loquillo Instead of sirens — glissando of bells silvers sky’s vault. The west darkens — There will be rain. If you were a bird, what would they name you? What song would you bring, laced in bright ribbons, to my door? Flamboyana trees shed their blossoms. There is not enough room in this hour to hold all the sounds of your sea.
—Submitted on 09/25/2022
W. Luther Jett the author of Watchman, What of the Night? (CW Books, 2022), Little Wars (Kelsay Books, 2021), Everyone Disappears (Finishing Line Press, 2020), Our Situation (Prolific Press, 2018), and Not Quite (Finishing Line Press, 2015). His poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. A retired special educator, Jett lives in Washington Grove, Md.
Editor’s Note: The series title Flush Left refers to the fact that, due to our limited WordPress skills, we are only considering poems that are flush left.