Her Whisper Shivered in the Air

September 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

Lightening struck.

We passed the hours after in the weather-beaten bakery

Gloomily brooding over baskets of smoldering dough,

Pitching burnt rolls through the rubble,

Hurling fancy chocolate cinders at the door.

The dreadful night was interrupted by insistent quiet knocking.

Dusty, peering through the window at the grotesque delicacies,

Her whisper shivered in the air.

With a cracked yellow bowl of Epsom salts

And a bottle cap of water,

She scrubbed into the night,

While we burrowed into layers of worn handbags

Piled on corrugated tin.

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