The fabric is a checkered dress
of a girl who sat
and daydreamed
along the side of the hill
Not knowing that blackberries have thorns that
prick and make you bleed
I ask you, girl:
Why is there light
streaming underneath the curtain?
Why is there that light,
casting your eyes into shadow?
Is not the sun busy
on the other side of the house?
Is it not shining
through the leaves of the hybrid tree?
I ask you to go and see
And when you do not come back
I go and look for you
You are sitting and staring up into the sun,
And shadows around you
are cast by the high fluttering leaves
Leaves that are dark green in the early morning, and
rich russet red when they are held up to the light
Leaves that are sometimes
nothing but muddy brown shadows
lying at the bottom of a pond
So I say:
sit and daydream, girl
Be content with observation |
Submission Name: The curtain
