Thursday, April 1, 2010

PAD Day 1 - Lonely

Good Friday Afternoon

Still in my pajamas, under the portal,
on Good Friday afternoon.
Watching white-winged doves
 blown across the powerlines
on Santa Ana winds,
helpless as leaves or straw.
Two thousand miles of
mountain chains and prairies
away from everyone I love,
sorting through the morning mail,
listening to the wind,
waiting for the phone to ring.

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