28. Senses

a sparrow sings outside the glass

Ann senses a coming question

his finger tracks down her forearm

cotton sheets crisp like sandpaper

fresh laid carpet now springs upward

then of course there is the sweet taste

of cold peaches sublime peaches

the musty brick smell of street rain

small girls whispering a secret

warm of sun and cool of shadow

cry for milk baby cry for milk

mystery of thunder without

the scalpel stab wound of lightning

how does he dare express his hope

how does he ask her quiet face

my love do the blind dream in feel

William J. Karnowski


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