Dec 3, 2021
1 min read
Finding Light
a love poem (finally)
During this rain-sogging afternoon, you bend
Over a kitchen counter, barely fitting your height in this kitchen,
And I am enraptured by the way the back of your head
Looks like a little boy’s. Even after all these years, it’s rare
For me to see the tiny, blond hairs that cluster and grow.
