Thursday, October 9, 2003

bus stop, wet day



she tilts toward him. his acceptance of her arm, tentatively curved through his, is tolerant.
she understands him well.
this rain, this darkness, this umbrella: they impose a reluctant intimacy.
and, although affection shifts his unwillingness into hesitant indulgence, she knows that he hopes silently for sun, and - with it - space.

7 comments:

  1. However ... came the sun the ice was melting, no more sheltering now ... she stays, love grows ... that's the way the whole thing started

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  2. Possibly only if they are of a certain age-group, do you think? The title of your story was paramount for me today. Once the song began to play in my head, no matter what your poem said, I knew that the couple in the image were okay. I do like how you have positioned them to further isolate them into a "couple" and to make it appear that the elements are agin them.
    Thank you.

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  3. i wonder. i think that this may be one of those timeless songs that transcends generations. what do others think?

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  4. fabulous words with a wonderful photo. just lovely. LOVELY!

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  5. lynn, this picture, even without the words tells a whole story.

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  6. I don't know the song you are referring to, but i love the photo, lynn, and the words that you put with it. wonderful.

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  7. This could be the exemplar of what brings me back, and back. The combination of words - sparse words - and picture is perfect.

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