Saturday, March 5, 2011

her gleam

her gleam her eyes poised just right
half open half closed
smirking that knowing
she knew all my mother knew all
even when there was nothing
to know
her white head intent
spent my youth in her shade
her sun gave growth to me the boy
and into middle life
her sardonic grin
now with months passed
grows thin
her gleam her doubt just right

3-5-11

2 comments:

Brent said...

great Andre! I always admire the ecomomy of your words, sharp and vivid without waste. terrific.

Wildwords said...

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