A line cast, a hope followedWednesday, October 05, 2005
Accordion-pleated heartBowing my grief to the sink
Like some offering bowl to catch
The tears squeezed out each morning and night
When I brush my teeth, wash my face,
As if she is still perched there on the counter beside me
Waiting to steal drops from the faucet.
Now she steals them from my eyes.
