Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Gleaner wore Chiffon

(written for Faithwriters.com weekly challenge)


He parts two rows of blinds,
Bent from overuse, and leans in to look,
Presses his forehead to the cold metal
…As she rattles down the street.
 

He wonders if she sees him
Watching, so he steps back a bit;
She might think him
A creepy old man,
But he’s not that old
And not that creepy
Just curious.
 

She passes by every day at this time,
As the sun crawls across his roof
And warms his den from where
He peers.
The neighborhood dogs know her;
They shout barks in turn
…As she rattles down the street
 

Tossing bottles, remnants of wine,
Emptied good times
For quarters.
 

The wheels of her cart screech over cement;
Sharp, angular notes slice the air, like raining glass,
…As she rattles down the street
 
If you'd like to read the rest click here or see My Stories page

No comments:


Francy's New Morning
<div class="grab-button" margin: 0 auto;"> <a href="http://www.francysnewmorning.com/" rel="nofollow"> <img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/BlogDesigns2/ItsNewMorning/FrancysNewMorningButton1.png" alt="Francy's New Morning"> </a> </div>

Designed By:

Munchkin Land Designs Elements by Captivated Visions
 
Designed by Munchkin Land Designs • Copyright 2013 • All Rights Reserved