DANIEL MCFARLAND  Page 10

VISIT TO HOME

He took off his hat,
and with the back of his hand
wiped the perspiration frm his brow,
staring at the sheet
below the pillow where she dreamed

Arms hung from shoulders
in a coal trench coat;
one hand cupped a pale green stem,
its blossom weighed toward the floor

Light illuminated the louvers
into a softly whitened maze,
as autumn tree limbs fanned
through the romanesque shades

A touch to his shoulder,
he turned around as she hung her head
and embraced the base;
from the shelter of a petal
one tear of dew fell to her finger
and ran down

He kissed her forehead
descending to the impression
she had lain

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