Sunday, October 05, 2008

Emptied

where love arrived
on the prairie that summer,

gallopping down the hills
on fourteen hundred hooves,

a lone wind-whipped willow
now stands quietly,

rooted in tallgrass,
silhouette dissolving

rapidly into the welts
of a scarlet-scarred sky,

broken branch fingers
pointing
towards the sunset

she left chasing.

1 comment:

Samudraa said...

Beautiful.

loved,"broken branch fingers
pointing
towards the sunset

she left chasing"