12/21/2008

Washing Clean Blues

Her hair

Strummed by tears

Falls a mess upon the pillows

 

The blues

Broadcasted in waves

Washes him down off her

 

The morning will find her empty, but clean.

1 comment:

  1. This is by far, my favorite poem you have ever written.

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Whew! For a moment I thought you were leaving without commenting. Thanks!