Friday, May 9, 2008

the wait

shell-pink
fingernails
reflect otherworldly
light through wet
gloom

the soft curve of
an ear, barely
discernible, reflects
the memory
of ones who lay
before
in this womb-bed
leaving their imprint
perfectly cast

a sliver of history
entwines around
the future, waiting
vine-like:
a parasite
seeking an opportunity to
resurface


Rachel Westfall
May 9, 2008

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