Saturday, September 13, 2003

POEM OF THE DAY Parade   The rain walks down East Colfax Avenue on stiletto heels. She’s not for sale, the only lady walking this night.   She’s a cold thing—still, I find some comfort: Against her chill, I can know my own warmth.   Good to walk with her:  I’ve been walking.   She makes no promises. There’s no rainbow in her dress, only blessing with a chill caress.   The words fall, hot tears in a cold skillet, and dance away.   Dana Pattillo, Denver, 1987 (PoD 49) 3:28:12 PM    comment []