~
When it is cold I take
Three Thousand steps to
that meadow, stand perpendicular
to that Door frame, Fifty feet
Away
hard soil
makes It Hard
to
Sit down so that sharp
Grass tastes my Thigh.
look in your window
but not once have
You Waved
goodbye ?
~
: Maeve Sawyer Scott Ripley :
(I am she)