Sending her essence
down Underwood Avenue
she stays
under sheltering Catalpa--
she waits..
She's sent for him
this way
so many times before--
she slips down
sun sprinkled lawns
like the spores of a dandelion.
The mothers pushing
babies in buggies
don't see her--
blowing in through
the screen door,
she whispers into
dark curls
and flows over him
like gossamer sheets.
He wakes...
Later he will tell her
he dreamed
of her
(which is strange as he
never remembers his dreams).
Slipping on worn shoes
and yesterday's
grass stained t-shirt,
he ventures out
not knowing quite why.
His lanky silhouette
creeps into her line of vision
just as she knew it would.
Hair askew and crooked smile,
he makes his way
into the garden.
Blossoming into familiar skin
once again,
and blinking dazed eyes--
she smiles to herself
and feigns surprise
to see him. |