Daily Poem: For Anne, Who Doesn’t Know ~ Gail Fox
For Anne, Who Doesn’t Know
~ Gail Fox
Tonight you broke into my dreams
and I remembered yesterday when
your eyes retreated
before the people on the street
and you clutched my arm
hard. In the midst of our
talks and silences your
bitter secrets spilled
like fog over the buildings
of the ugly city where we walked.
The time passed so slowly. Finally
I said goodbye and they led
you away to the place where
you could pound the walls
and write your delicate poems.
Sister, let the rain come down:
there will never be
enough crying between us.
