The telephone directory lies open in the street;
it flaps one page like the wing of a shot bird.
Recto is pressed into a wet mash by passing tires,
but that one page dries on the verso side
and flutters from the binding like a pennant,
waving at the sky the names of several hundred Millers.
Jack Romig is the poetry editor of CommonSense 2. He lives with his wife and sons in Huff’s Church, Pa.