Tuesday, April 20, 2010

remember now, often
feel the hot crowd,
suddenly quiet
the house
hand holding her back;

see the lake storm
the walls, red and yellow
mended, side by side.
small black eyes
enviously look.


red, half-hidden mother,
white and scared
never to cease
memory of agony; sitting
clenched wooden girl

remember, flood
pouring memory
snow. spring.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

terrible poem.