Midnight

by Merlin Goldfarb

Marianne Faithful has a voice that smells of
rhubarb pie and tastes of almonds; we listened
to her the last time we were together, do you
remember? You were in sunlight,

so visible: How could I help but stare? Now,
I have you, in my brilliant imagination, standing
quietly on the dark hillside, among the old trees,
and watching me through my small rectangle of window.

Merlin Goldfarb lives, alone, in Far Rockaway, LI, in what he claims is a haunted house. He's published extensively in online publications, though not, as yet, in the print media. Wish him luck.