Saturday, May 7, 2011

A Moon Faced Girl


every tree
in every street
the song sparrow's voice

a moon-faced girl
skirts the melting snow

erasing the Welcome
on your door mat,
we wipe our feet

two pints later
and already it's Monday

ants streaming
from the keyboard ...
a live feed

the bullet train
parts an ocean

sneaking Mary Lou
into the suitcase,
her colour almost gone

I keep a fire burning
at the gate

tamping his pipe
otherwise, lost
in the clouds

we settle down to talk
on the kitchen floor

a bell
echoing from the river
a bell

dried lilies
fill a glass of water

Sandra, Willie, Sandra, Eric, Eric, Willie, Sandra, Willie, Eric, Sandra, Sandra, Willie

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First appeared in A Hundred Gourds, March 2012