Friday, February 15, 2013

Susanne



In this big mean land,
in this world of icy stares, 
you opened a door,
then disappeared:
a reflection, suddenly
angled.

Susanne.

Susanne.

Such a lovely sound: Susanne.

Blood at a crawl,
eyes fill and roll and

in that whipping late-winter wind,
in that raw raging rain,
you stooped, mid-sentence,
to raise a sidewalk
worm, tossing to soft 
grass.

Susanne.

Susanne.

Such a lovely sound: Susanne.