After the Third Rejection
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
The third no arrives at lunch.
I read it twice,
then leave the screen unanswered.
Outside, a delivery cyclist
leans into the hill,
disappears beyond the pharmacy,
and does not become a lesson.
Still, after dinner,
I open the application,
correct the date,
and send it once more.
Hope is not loud tonight.
It is the cursor moving
to the next empty box.
63 words · 14 lines · Free Verse