The clouds threw down
three veils of rain, married the sea
made witnesses out of you and me
and later I, in the silent room
said nothing,
and sat and stared
at the bowl at the top of the dresser
thinking of her hands, in flour,
the regular comfort of her bread.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
The clouds threw down
three veils of rain, married the sea
made witnesses out of you and me
and later I, in the silent room
said nothing,
and sat and stared
at the bowl at the top of the dresser
thinking of her hands, in flour,
the regular comfort of her bread.
