Sunday, June 25, 2006
Untitled
The Civil War dead
Painted the house
ashes of roses.
The parlor, olive.
The girl went out,
Took off her shoes
And ran through
the June weeds.
None of them grey.
The Civil War dead
Painted the house
ashes of roses.
The parlor, olive.
The girl went out,
Took off her shoes
And ran through
the June weeds.
None of them grey.