Broken Circle

Johnny D staggers past
the flat that was his home
so many years ago.

The siren blasts inside
his brain, and clear —
as it was on the night
when Annie died.

Along the row
of houses he used to know,
silhouettes huddle in a kitchen
drinking coffee by the stove.

Then another set of lights,
wheezing up four flights
to all he owns —

a panoramic view of sky
with smoking chimneys,
and a room with frozen pipes.


Marion Alice Poirier  is enjoying her retirement from public service.  She has had haiku published in a number of online journals including Presence, Sketchbook, and Haiku Pix, and has mentored students in haiku workshops. She is currently working on a collection of contemporary poetry.  She lives in Boston, Massachusetts.