Published in the April 2001 issue of
3rd Muse Poetry Journal
While Smoking A Cigarette On The Deck
One yard over
Lady Madonna stands barefoot in the snow.
Her eyes, impressed fingerprints
the birds peck at
these, still, narrow days.
She half smiles,
I take another drag
and think,
if there were a leaf left
it might be grieving,
or
soon she will be framed in twilight.
(c)Tasha 2001
