
since pulling up the hood to shade dark hair and face...at last he comes to her making no sound or gesture but standing facing her
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 221 - Reviews: 6 - Follows: 1 - Published: 11-21-06 - id: 2279408
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old ripped jeans
hanging loosely from her hips
while bitten off nails are
tucked firmly inside the sweatshirt
since pulling up the hood
to shade dark hair and face
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lilacs fade beneath the rain
rolling down before dropping,
one by one to break on the pavement
spattering at her feet
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she is standing beside the
old oak tree
since walking there, and waiting there
feet shift, then stay still
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a wind blows the clothes against
her drizzle-drenched skin
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heavy fog stifles the noise of the engine
and blankets the yellow gleam cutting past
until they vanish, switch off
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muffled footsteps move closer
slipping off the grass
scuff the pavement
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her eyes do not lift to watch
as he avoids the puddles to reach her
tugging jacket closer around
to shield the sweater
covering all but tie and collar
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at last he comes to her
making no sound or gesture
but standing facing her
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rain drips down his back
from the leaves beyond his head
he takes no notice
only watching
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a single hand reaches out
to halfway between the distance
waiting for its partner
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eyes connect
then slowly
two hands meet
Edited 11-28-06 I got rid of stanza 5 and replaced it with a new stanza 5 and 6. Better? still editing this, but comments are still appreciated!
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