26 May 2009

to Angela

she catches the rays of the sun with her teeth,
smiles warmly
and laughs to echo everything good.

her eyes soften with concern.
her lashes never lower with shame.

she is resilient like blades of grass between
small toes

and bright
like dress whites
and moonlight over a gravel road.

she is missed

like the smell of perfume
on an old blouse.

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