Summer Isolation
Sunday, July 11th, 2010The tree
whispers shadows
across the turquoise strip of sun
edging the mountain.
I stand alone in the
yearning yard.
Voices across the fences
sharing lives
Like lawn chairs
you folded up our marriage
and walked away.
A trivial, light weight thing.
sea shell canadian beige
Do you hear happy voices too
in your isolate dark?
