Unconditional Love Song
Later she would remember it started to pour
the storm blew everything out
before the coffee finished its brew
and she could finish reading a report
on some boys holed up in a derelict house
after stoning a swan to death
she wrapped her head in a towel
and sat down by the open window
even though the sound of the river was not there
the memory of the sound was
even though her husband did not appear in the door
talking to her about the day ahead
2 comments:
Love the picture!
Oh my gosh, what a perfectly beautiful portrait. You have a little photographer there. Happy 25th!
Post a Comment