by Unknown
Aug 2010 376 Views 5 comments
Desertion
Despondent, she creaks to and
fro, to and fro, upon the
porch, her bony hands stroking
the tomcat curled in sleep on
her lap. Hours it's been since
he left. Stealing under the
branches, dark with bats, rowing
across the river, its cold
surface flecked with scum, he'll
be in the city while she, creaking
to and fro, to and fro, beholds
the raw red face of dawn.
fro, to and fro, upon the
porch, her bony hands stroking
the tomcat curled in sleep on
her lap. Hours it's been since
he left. Stealing under the
branches, dark with bats, rowing
across the river, its cold
surface flecked with scum, he'll
be in the city while she, creaking
to and fro, to and fro, beholds
the raw red face of dawn.
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Posted: Aug 2010
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Comments (5)
beholds the raw red face of dawn ...what powerful images of Desertion!