let her cry,
the keys, a
dozen spare
cut,

the rough top edge
of the sketch paper
where it had been
torn,

let her cry,
artistic trademark
waste-basket
shredded,

evidence of
f***ing, a bundle
of bedsheets
slashed,

let her cry,
flick open the
napkin on her lap,
crotch dry, sex
slit,

the peal of bells,
barrels of beer,
the church looked
lovely, fresh carnations
cut,

her bridesmaids in
lavender, the dovecote
turned into a maypole,
fluttering yards of  peach
lace ribbon curled with
scissors,

let her cry,
watching the brides
drive away,
let her cry,
when the deep purple
falls over the garden wall
to her own bed,
let her cry,

winds her hair in a pin curl
from 1939, the Bing Crosby
record very old, well-played
Deep Purple grinding and
scratching beneath the worn
needle,

let her cry,
Bing sings, "In the still of
the night, once again I
hold you tight,"
let her cry...


Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater