The Curtain Call
Between the curtains
I stand, my hands together
Brown like a clay dove
A messenger they
Hold my letter to you written
In scratchy black ink
Trostsky. These flowers
Piled into a sleepy mound
Pink, yellow and peach
These flowers are like
Our love, no longer alive
But no less lovely
I blossomed beneath
your steady blue gaze searching
for an answer to
For an answer to
lifes many big questions I
hope you've found answers
This is our farewll
The velvet curtain closes
Love. Always. Frida.
* Haiku based on "Between the curtains", a painting by Frida Khalo
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