and in her eyes

delinquent children skip rope in a street,
steal moments of sanity
 
fire hydrant water washes away the dirt,
the remains of a previous day
 
bare feet feel the pull,
the weak suffer
 
hot black top city pavement,
taxi tires melt
 
in place
 
meters ticking,
ticking
 
one fifth of a mile comes out
of knock off
 
wallets,
purses
 
preacher in a church laughs a
hallowed laugh,
 
abscond with holy water,
abscond with collection
 
plate change
 
does the steepled fingers before
inserting a key in a benz
 
police officer taps on window car
glass for a slice
 
of a holy pie
 
sandlot slide zone in an empty lot,
once, a building,
 
once, families lived
now watch 
 
sandlotters play, know of caliber
handguns hidden under
 
bases
 
plans of shooting the messenger
shooting the landlord
 
tenant
 
but, hands still cold from 
winter frost
 
on glass
 
vagrants kick stones through brittle,
crisp mornings;
 
on a damp sidewalk, collar up to
be inconspicuous, 
 
i perchanced,
looked up 
 
at a solitary Victorian window,
 
she, with black lace on hands,
with black lace covering
 
a beautiful look,
 
i climbed into her eyes,
became a part
 
of an expression,
 
she handed me a deep silence,
had a story
 
held it up on written paper,
 
black ink dripping onto Victorian
rug, words 
 
formed in a small, dark puddle,
 
crept through fibers into 
cracks in a planked,
 
uneven floor,
 
resident below placed them neatly 
in a dirty mason jar,
 
closed with a rusted, uneven lid;
 
i invited myself up,
 
she opened a door, slowly,
somewhat reluctantly
 
i asked to read what was left 
on parchment
 
a life like a prow in still waters,
yet waves broke
 
broke her spirit,
 
i sympathized,
she kissed me
 
with blue delicate eyes;
 
on her finger, mark of a 
wedding band
 
the husband, an undercover cop,
found dead in an
 
abandoned factory,
birds nest in 
 
broken window frames
 
she cried, eyes now hollow
like potholes in 
 
waxed tabletops,
 
“i cannot possibly fit myself into
this world any longer,”
 
she turned away and gestured 
for me to leave,
 
beyond her look, beyond her veil,
she stood by a lonely
 
window
 
waiting,
waiting
 
for her love to return…
 
 
Copyright © 05/17/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®
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4 comments on “and in her eyes

  1. Such an inspiring & touching read with images that explode into fantastic imaginations – this is an excellent write! BKSmith

  2. Barbara, how beautiful your words, how beautiful your friendship !’

  3. Vivian L Dawson says:

    ~I felt You through my eyes opening my Soul~

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