I'm trying to change the sky's channel by twisting a fistful of grass in my hands. As though you've abandoned pursuit Of a fire-handed sooted treasure Exacting love, green hand stretching Across an otherwise greige landscape. But you can touch callas in dreams And taste butterfly weed's smeared orange Scent on your lips as morning dawns. Life looks lovely, but you want love. And Your eyes make azure streaks along The high edge of the red brick wall Up to the sky's unbroken rapture.
Mother looks, sees the boy, and smiles.
And daughter is holding her suitcase, standing in the doorway looking at Mother, standing by the door looking in her daughter's face Angel child hears echoes of Whisper kiss love words and reaches out for her daughter Standing, holding, pleading with time for one last minute for those words of love that were brushed off or never said. Tears fall between them, as days, months, years spin, unstoppable, around them. My diamond earrings glitter and flash lending a sparkle to my weathered face. I smile tightly, brightly with my cheery lipstick concealing pale, dry lips. You stare at my earrings, hypnotized, not caring about my red eyes or frizzy hair.