Monday, May 08, 2006

a cross the field

/ i see my neighbour jenn
bent over
her 2 young children
play ing in the sand box


ah / eternal position of the woman /
bent over
it's no wonder we grow old with curved spines
broken backs


spent years / bent over children
bent under lovers / /




& i wonder why
my soul begs / break
free from this shell of
life / /







/

1 comment:

Tara said...

yes

i feel that/ bent
over years

like stalks of dying wheat
left to seed

vg

t