I hear your Morse this morning—
dash dot dot dash
sung, of course, to make it beautiful.
I know what you’re saying
because I’m saying the same thing.
Your species and mine are prone
to calling out to our own—
me here here me
PETER NEWTON is a stained glass artist in Winchendon, Massachusetts. His poetry has appeared in Atlanta Review, The Berkshire Review and Prairie Schooner among others. For the past twenty summers he has returned to the Green Mountains of Vermont where he is a front desk clerk at Middlebury College’s Bread Loaf School of English.