Sunday, July 10, 2011

a morning so innocent can fall asleep in the afternoon

groggy, craving the sunshine she missed.
fruit flies on the sweet fur of the peach in the kitchen catch her attention as she stands at the sink filling a watering can.
cilantro blossoms delicate, and a table cloth stained with the vigor of radish green filled mouths.
sit in the slant of evening.
waking her senses, enveloping the curve of her thigh.
the promise of dusk threatens a day with out productivity.