by Chad Redden
and September rains.
His fingers almost rife
with a woman's absence.
A cloud followed him
out into the hallway;
a sound in his ears
for a while. A susurration
about his unmarked grave.
His fingers almost rife
with a woman's absence.
A cloud followed him
out into the hallway;
a sound in his ears
for a while. A susurration
about his unmarked grave.