Friday, July 29, 2005

Tepidity

Tepidity:
after the storm


The wind swayed telephone poles
and reduced torrents to mist --
oyster-shell powder that floated
across cars and into itself again.

They laughed together
at the fury of windshield wipers
and lightning that couldn't keep up --
leaves panicked in puddles, swelling.

When the lights went out,
she bathed in cool darkness
craved the taste of summer
on his chest, but sea-salt burns.

He's been gone a thousand years
and this tepid tub was run
by wise old women generations ago.


3 comments:

  1. I really like this, but I've very curious to know who the players are. You know me, nosey.

    I really like being bathed in cool darkness.

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  2. not really any one in particular. They're fiction mostly. He's gone, and she's adjusting to it.

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  3. some events are unique
    and (re)live only in memory
    as you say
    wise old women know

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