Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Shameful Jealousy

The sun that day made everywhere
look like yesterday. It was a Saturday morning,
but I was headed to work anyway.

A curly-haired mother with wheat field skin
was holding hands with her curly-haired daughter
busy hitching-up baggy jeans

as faded and frayed as twiced-handed hand-me-downs.
They were walking alongside a field of sunflowers,
their faces shining the way buttercups glow

when held just below the chin. Now,
with each inhalationi and unexpected hush,
I see them - mother and child, sunshine and sunflowers.

Northwind - Fall 2013

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