startled doves
fill the spring sky
her hand in mine
she takes
a huge bite from an apple
my mouth on hers
wedding notice
her photo still placed on
the glass tabletop
Easter morning
as promised, I pour myself
a glass of wine
Jan/Feb 2011 issue of Sketchbook
A Room of My Own: Normal Life, A Soap Bubble
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my friend turns
forty the age his father died
he mutters
*the Grim Reaper haunts me*
*like my walking shadow*
breaking news
at the first light of spring daw...