Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Corners, folded (Day 384)


knit of starlings and fog   a boggy mix 
of saltwater  sand  clay  long days 
of diving between pages  corners 
folded like shame  covers angled away 
from prying subway eyes and damp 
mumbling hands that grasp 
and fumble at your back pockets  
lace curtain as shawl  that lock of 
chocolate hair  curling like a fetal kitten 
in its smoke-yellowed envelope at 
the bottom of a forgotten drawer  
expectant sound of a telephone ringing at 
two o’clock in the morning  and  lingering 
in shadows beneath a persistent spruce  
the August haze  illuminated like a memory  
by the streetlight on the corner



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: NinoCare via Pixabay