She stood where the soil was tender. She saw the wind ripple and wave. Her pond and lake were dry, her hair smelled of salt and sea. She was here for love. Still, even now, she returns, watching and waiting. The earth is damp, though, smells of clay … she will not leave.
About the Poet:
Timothy Resau has been internationally published. Most recently his poems and prose have appeared in Anti Herion Chic, Sideways Poetry Magazine, Sylvia Magazine, The Beautiful Space, Loch Raven Review, Poetry Quarterly, Babel Tower Notice Board, Native Skin, Better than Starbucks, Fictional Café, and Burrow, among others,. He’s just completed a novel Three Gates East.