Saturday, January 9, 2010


She was a summer lover.
We shared a short-lived romance.
I met her in a hallway as keys entered separate doors.
Shared cocktails, eventually led to more.
There was an easiness of manner about her.
She seemed ethereal to me.
Fine red hair, alabaster skin, a lithe, thin, body...
and full lips which smiled broadly at me, when I amused her.
She was slightly older than I, and had a sister who no longer loved her husband.
We visited them and blessed our good fortune.
One day, while driving to work, Joanne suffered a brain aneurysm.
She survived the crash, but died in the hospital the next day.
I never attended the wake or funeral.
At the very least, I owed her a few short minutes of my time...
to celebrate her memory.
That fine red hair, that alabaster skin, and especially those full red lips,
which smiled at me, when I amused her.
I carry my sin of omission, for all these years.
I pray to thee, dear Joanne...forgive me.

*** from "A Spider In The Corner Of My Mind"
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