Monday, June 6, 2011

After Bill


the song ended as the candle melted away
the scent of Pine filled the room
the steady rain sang upon the metal roof
she poured a glass of wine and walked over to the sliding glass door
A portrait of William Faulkner watched over the den where she stood
her daughter called down from upstairs,
"Is daddy coming home tonight or tomorrow mama?!"
Estelle walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up,
"Your father is dead dear, you are dreaming again."

wkm
Nashville

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