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