Monday, November 1, 2010

odd couple

Watching the old man scowl
and stomp away,
I gently asked her,  
Why?

A bit of wistful met her crinkled smile.
    He just needs a bit of distance.
    I think sometimes he's a little afraid of me,
       if truth be told.

My forehead creased with questions I could not voice,

but her eyes met my confusion
with sudden shining depth,
pressing in on me 
in a rush of calm
and blue.

    He is fire, child,

    and I am water.






 


February 2007

5 comments:

David Agnew said...

Beautifully, simply expressed.

Loved it

David

jonnia said...

Thank you, my friend.

duct tape and coffin nails said...

lovely ending. the dialogue fits very well.

GreenTea with BrownRice said...

Oh... i love ths. your ability to really transfer the mood and emotion to the reader has always inspired me.

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