2004-08-26 08:40:51 ET|
Creaking screen door opens wide
shatters the still night
She needed him more than words.
Pressing the Limits:
screen door slams in her wake
skin glistens in the heat
eyes searching the lane beyond
the white picket fence, closed and enyielding
determination sets her face as flint
Failed crops wave in the sickly heat
despite years of tenderness.
Gate, a few steps too far
for wearied feet,
mocks with its rusty voice while
swinging in the hot breeze.