quarrel

now I just want to hear her voice...

ink and water colour sketch by dsnake1



quarrel


like a rush
of arctic wind
that scutters over
a winter pond
dusting hoarfrost on reeds,
we sat, stiff, cold
as strangers

no words, no words pass between us today.
no words, no words she said.


revised 07/12/2008
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Shared at Friday Writings #9.

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