Tell them
a poem by Dominick Isaac

Tell them I watched a raindrop
run down the window pane
as a lone bird flew across the sky.

Tell them I saw the sun glint
on a jetliner
coming in slow for a landing.

Tell them I never changed my mind
and was planning a new campaign.

Tell them I never moved back
into the big house
built of little lies.

Tell them I died
composing salsa music
in my head.