Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Hand That's Dealt

wind whipped as I turned the corner
lifting my hair at the roots
one parking lot light out
creating shadows I don't know
my steps quicken
not from the dark but the cold
was warmer when I came home
but that was four hours ago
four hours of memory lane
dealing photographs like playing cards
queen of hearts with her shy grin
daring me to remember