Upon Our Baby’s Dresser
Afternoon pastels
Of a shaded love-
Across a veiled room
Our photograph holds
A time sleeping
With such a slow breath.
-that graceful hesitation
Captured in the grip
-that moment
Held out, like a brittle bone-
To I, who hang my head under
The sudden weight of
Our photograph
-across the
veiled room.
Author notes
Written August 25th, 2005
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