08-04-2016, 05:29 PM
A photo of us taken on a Saturday morning
beside the raised bonnet of your red sports car.
That blue shop rag spilling out of your pocket, rusty wrench
clutched close to your chest, oil in the creases
of your pallid face like grey laced capillaries tracing your smile.
Looming in the background I notice for the first time
veins and arteries of the Rowan tree against the sky.
Berries bleed the horizon.
beside the raised bonnet of your red sports car.
That blue shop rag spilling out of your pocket, rusty wrench
clutched close to your chest, oil in the creases
of your pallid face like grey laced capillaries tracing your smile.
Looming in the background I notice for the first time
veins and arteries of the Rowan tree against the sky.
Berries bleed the horizon.