violet

violets crown your hair,
your scent fills me
with deep longing for rain
and yellow fields
above hills over mountains,

i'm long over the city,
the fog and smoke and dust,
i'm long over death at noon,
when children go to sleep,
and the women are silent

i remember your face
by the souvenir stations,
the aisles and stanchions,
people, wet and starving,
and i moved on, i moved on