Thursday, July 17, 2008

Alana

Her soul was an empty room,
pale green curtains billowing in
as the summer wind
brushed by the tall windows.

Could she birth a new day?

If you walk up the garden path,
lined with hydrangeas and humming
with solitary bees, pause a moment

to glance in the window of the house
as the curtain momentarily lifts.
You will see—

Nobody is home.


Rachel Westfall
July 17, 2008

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