Violence and Beauty

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Hey guys. New piece. About the same girl. Thanks so much for the comments on the last one. They were helpful.

The Finest Goodbye

Ridges pushed into the dirt.
Rubber sole patterns facing
Away.
Nothing to read.
Nothing to hear.
A kind face topped
with tousled brown hair,
vanishing in the creeping shadows
shivering in the wake of sunset.
I will carry your words and an icon.
A smile too beautiful to keep.
Eyes too soft to worship.
You forced me to move,
with tiny gentle hands.
Ten million railroad ties
connect us. I wonder when
your words will touch me next.
This is the finest kind of goodbye.