Sunday Poem

DIP

The friends I friended do not show.

One by one, yellow leaves, they text

—the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow—

sad emoticons of their faces.

One by one, down an arpeggio, they text

See you Monday. I will face them and

as always and and my face.

I'll say, Forget about it. I understand.

On Monday I will have to face them and

the snow, the snow, the snow, the snow.

I'll say, Forget it. Really. I understand

the friends I friended did not show.

From Personals (2012) by Ian Williams.