Friday, August 23, 2013

Bitter Afternoon

The wind woke me whole, like a good woman's breath.
It playfully nipped at my face and my neck,
Enlivening me, softly cooling my head,
Pushing newfound awareness to the ends of my flesh,
and I went out, eager to put right before left.
That was the day I found out she was dead.

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