cement walls

by Carissa Dewey

Before the days of December crack
in this late night rain
outside of these cement walls
they have broke,
from their work
to stand hidden beneath
and then
beside windowed doors-
they smoke.

The silence of this night is
occupied by a sound of
unnatural droplets on
pavement, and she is there.

She knows that her past
days are polluted
of ash and dry bones-
but here in these moments
and the beckoning sparse green,
She recognizes they are right.


Posted on 01/04/2008
Copyright © 2021 Carissa Dewey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/07/09 at 06:00 AM

Stunning! Rushes Ibsen's Rosmersholm to mind; I wonder can anyone say this now.

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