Rusty Iron Statue
The soft, subtle sound
of the rain
embraced her –
set her free –
afloat in the
myriad
of contradiction,
swimming against the tide
of mediocre love affairs
that dawn unraveled
with its glance.
Of little consequence,
she bled -
true of heart -
directed by
the clouded mind
and fell at the feet
of manufactured gods.
Posted by Amanda at October 12, 2004 10:31 PM
