Monday, May 4, 2009

Some Constellation

Surprised by a sudden squall,
she stood under the eaves of the barn,
hoisting a basketful of apples,
unsure whether to wait it out
or make a dash for the house...

when she saw him coming
out the back door,
wearing his woodsman's shirt
and baggy pants with suspenders,
holding a pink umbrella,
ready to see her dryly home.

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