Miss Life Lost Her Finger

The forefinger of
Miss Life
Wandered away last week

She has searched for it
But she saw
Only
Pale-blue-snail-like-trace
on the edge of
the spring garden

Mr. Death
A handsome pale man
told her
(while they were drinking coffee at a café)
He saw her finger
in
Black shirt
Walking the empty streets
Yesterday
And

the day before

and
the day before
and the day before…

And he laughed.
(Mr. Death has a strange sense of humor)

Miss Life Lost Her Finger

Miss Life pours water from a glass on the faded flower
at the café window sill
(And that flower is of plastic
And her hands
are wrinkled)