His Accusation

He must have cut the screen and eeled inside headfirst. We heard a thump. A thief, we agreed. Here to pick up a few things. I broke three eggs into a bowl, you sorted the mail. Drawers opened upstairs, a frantic percussion. Then nothing. A long silence. It was as if he'd forgotten his lines. Better see what ‘s going on, you said, as you threw the mail away. I found him slumped against the wall. You don't have anything, do you?

Alice Duggan's poems have been published in the Water~Stone Review, Blue Earth Review, Plainsongs, Moon Journal, and the Friends Journal (a Quaker publication.) She is currently a student in Jude Nutter's critique group. Alice is a chronic and civic gardener, working at her local library garden and at home.