Saturday, August 28, 2010

Not Today

she dug her knees into the couch-
propped her head up with her hands.
she was watching out the window
three blocks down.

a church full of people had opened its doors-
they used to throw rice in those days.
cars parked on the street began to pull out,
honking their horns up the hill.

3 sets of lights turned red. 3 sets of lights turned green.
& the bells of the steeple rang out the hours...

she was watching for his shadow to wash over the sidewalk.
she was watching for the signs of his tell-tale gait.
maybe he would think to get a ride from his girlfriend...
she was always hoping that he was on his way.

down the road another church had opened up its doors-
they used to wear black in those days.
cars parked on the street turned on their headlights
& made their way on down to the graveyard.

3 sets of lights turned red. 3 sets of lights turned green.
& the bells of the steeple rang out the hours
when she heard the telephone ring...

not today my dear, not today.
maybe tomorrow (not likely), but not today...

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