Sunrise Through a Chainlink Fence

a man seated on a paint chipped wooden bench behind a seldom used backstop

drags the tip of his shoe in the exposed mud to create

the shapes silhouetted in his mind by hours spent

tracing lines with his palm on the back of her neck.

 

sunrise,

an event he could only seem to recall in his

memory with her messy hair obstructing his

view of the color oozing through the window

as he laid beside in the early morning.

 

his attempts to sit up to see the gold wash through the thin curtains

used to be met with light groans and feeble grasps

as she pulled him back against her,

and down from the window.

 

now in unobstructed view

on a cold morning seated on a paint chipped wooden bench behind a seldom used backstop,

the colors seem washed.

 

he groans as he leans forward to

hold himself on the rusting chain link,

pulling a leaf, stuck in between grates

into the corner of his vision

 

as if to simulate her head

resting softly against the pillow.

 

he reaches out his palm to trace the lines

on the back of her neck,

but scrapes his hand on the backstop instead.

 

Reviews

[Coffee Vampier]

This was one of the few depictions of beauty executed tastefully. Grate job. I'm glad it wasn't over done.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem took me to sad place. Being so close and so far. You create strong character wanting things that could not be touched or seen. Great use of description. You brought the poem to life for the reader. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote