Monday, April 28, 2008

Waiting and Cleaning

Outside your house in the red dusk
With the yellow glow of roses
In the window,
waiting for the invitation,
that never comes.

In my kitchen red sauces and
Squash blossoms on the fire simmer
Into the night.
The scorched caramel is washed away
At day's cleaning.

2 comments:

William said...

Well, this is perfect... just the right tone. The best use of ambiguity. Good work as usual!

Bill

Tim said...

I like it too. So few words expressing such a large loneliness.