Saturday, October 24, 2009

254 : Maureen Alsop

Sweetheart

The cool field of grass, once where you loved. Watermark. The sky

never left your mind. And out to the hotpink sea the boats had gone. Doves

among the surefooted parakeets and finches shivered and sang. Goddamn. Where, in the weedgreen traces did you go.