Monday, July 29, 2013

On The Todd

If by some feat or miracle
I was given a day off
in the middle of the week
Would I sleep late, nestled
with you under cover of a
single cotton sheet
my front cool from the breeze
through the open window
my back hot from the exchange
of our bodies' heat
back to front

Or would I leave you as usual
and walk, not to work, but
instead follow along the dry
river bed, finding myself a cool
grass cushion under the shade
of an old wizened tree
and there take my pen and paper
and trace our body angles and
our uneven breath in phrases
floating across the page

Our unspoken wishes appearing as
small strokes and short lines
which turn eventually to a fine dust
like the ashes left after
a fire has died



  1. So sad when the fire goes out of a relationship...This is such a wonderful piece...too many things I love to copy all of them!

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    1. Yes, Birgitta, the Todd has many of them on its banks,,thanks for coming by,,,,

  3. Your words still echo for me.