The Way of Unfolding.

The band did not play
Her duet good

Grand and the father

with one small son stood

listening against the rain

baker’s oven chocolate
cooling batch

bacon bean ingredients

upon the block

to prep. Wild girls 

and their witches
whispering of boys and educations

from The Great Unknown

Off course fly
rusting vermilion greened yellow

leather brown flaming orange-red

soggy crisp stain glass

the front window canvas
Faint, familiar perfume

folded to the afternoon

tomorrow’s wardrobe and linen servants

steady, hidden. These comforts

simple and many

do not replace you
when you are not here. Preoccupied,

the thought:

someday, I will feed us

on afternoons exactly like

this rainy November first.  Some day.

DJDawson 2014

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