Thursday, February 7, 2013

The Soldier's Girlfriend

The soldier's girlfriend by Gwendrina

( Dusk in the piazza, early spring.)

If not
for her dark hair
streaked with maroon highlights
and her mauve sweater,

she would appear
in her chiseled poise
as a caryatid

detailing the stone
arch of a courtyard window.

If not
for the silence
so impeccably plain

just moonlight
filtering through
the cloud’s middle ear,

she would not be heard
exhaling a sigh
of relief.

The letter did not come

and no crows
landed on the lamp post
to predict it might.

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