05 October 2009

Tea and Ham Sandwiches

they said that he
was gone, gone as the
trees bloomed pink and
later, faded

still he visits her,
dream-enlarged, a little
grave, holding the bluebooks
while tea and ham sandwiches
are served upstairs, the
folding chairs arranged in a
specifically random manner,
the women scowling and
shaking their hair in a
manner meant to convey, at once, great
righteousness and probity

hollow sound of soles slapped against
the wooden boards of the subway
station overpass, the billboard
bleared over by rain, still says
want me, need me, love me


Bridgette Danforth said...

The title of this one is lovely.
You are featured in my blog because I write poetry too and I like your work.
Feel free to check out mine: http://bridgettedanforth.blogspot.com/2009/09/messing-acrostic-poem.html#comments


B.D (d.P)

MaryAnn McCarra-Fitzpatrick said...

Thank you, Bridgette, for your kind comment. I will be sure to stop by your blog.

all best regards,