Monday, October 31, 2011

Song Arising From The Iron And The Scent Of Rain

I press your cotton shirt
and settle like steam
into the fabric.

Tomorrow, you will inhabit
the soul of my labor, the subtle perfume
left to say
a woman has entered here --

while you stand there, slowly
slipping her on, wearing her close, white mist
on the coastal shoulders
of Monterey

where her presence clings to stone
or the stone clings to her
attempting to shroud the burden
of a sea, another day.
The painting is by American artist, Steve Hanks.

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