Abuse
waiting for the bus
she seeks shelter from the rain
and years of abuse
–
a sudden squall-
the sky bruised
and blackened
waiting for the bus
she seeks shelter from the rain
and years of abuse
–
a sudden squall-
the sky bruised
and blackened
on the village green
the shadows of injustice
hang from an oak tree
–
greasy smoke-
torches light
a darkened path
simple linen shrouds-
worn at a time when we are
all truly equal
–
graveside-
the hollow echo
of falling earth
alone with my sins-
I pray for atonement and
for the strength to change
–
overcast-
rain runs down
stained glass
blonde and auburn leaves
kissed by the first touch of fall
decorate my lawn
–
home from work-
she tosses her hair
on the bed
at work dreaming of
a caribbean romance
before summer ends
–
a dockside bar
rum runners and
buffet tunes
feeling out of place
out of time and out of mind
without you with me
–
unfamiliar stars-
in hotel sheets
missing you
you think things are bad
why not try rolling your eyes
at me one more time
–
crows take flight-
under the elm
a shallow grave
down by the river
releasing slights collected
after all these years
–
on my back-
the weight of countless
grains of sand
her face to the sky
sundress plastered to her skin
at one with the rain
–
sandals in hand-
bare feet in
the wet grass