Depression

Darkness rose
from the palm of your hand
like scattered violet clouds
while dreams fell dim against
the bareness of your own white foot

Amber liquid burned away the shadow

No picture of this laughed
but folded over you
surreal and black... a snarled garment

16-Apr-2001

More by : Dorothy Doyle Mienko

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