Saturday, November 21, 2009

Fortune

We have everything we need, she says
in a voice that verges on truth.

But I know Angels
are not meant to live so low

So I kiss her long, for this we do not ration,
and swear to make her an honest woman

And as I close the door behind me
I can hear her soft singing, searching the cupboards,
dividing even the dust by two

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's really lovely.

t kendall said...

Sad and beautiful.