HANGMAN
a mango
hangs like the letter d
from a number 4 shaped tree
that struggles in the June heat on
a day / flat as sheet music / that insists
on thundering but never raining
 
I pluck the little (d)iamond as
my neighbor / a disgruntled composer in
search of a missing half note / screams
into her phone something about her
boyfrien_ not being totally there
for her