Another Night

It’s just another night

alone her voice was 
clear and unassuming
free of all 

self-pity is what I can’t stand

as though there was ever
any doubt that pity was a
pearl she possessed

for myself at least… for others… well

the crape of night
flattened words that fell
in whispers from her
cracked and curling lips 

there are people… women… who are meant to be alone.  I didn’t believe that when Granny told me all those years ago.  Now, of course, I see… I know

beyond the spray of jonquils
blooming silver in the dark
their eyes glow green before 

the yowling… hear them?  They cry, too, though neither of us knows why anymore

in her smile I saw
those who had left
before me
left her sitting in the
garden a garden any
garden just as I was 

now… It’s long past time you were gone, don’t you think?

and in that moment
of bile and tears
rising from the heart of
to the head of
I wondered
all of us
any of us
had ever dared 


© s rogers 10 march 2009

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