What Happened At the Beginning of May --- For K
When she fell
she fell through
all of April.
Blue evenings
bruised her hips.
She lay for a long while
and when she got up
there was no face,
she had no face at all.
Blue, she cried blue
but love is what she meant.
What happened that she´s locked
in April twilight?
We of sunny May whisper
outside her door.
Copyright © Douglas Lawder | Year Posted 2008
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