Words would only interfere
\nwith the woman she is.
\nHer young face is oddly mature.
\nLike a woman who has lived
\nin the same cottage for years.
\nHer eyes the cast of drapes half drawn,
\nas if they look out rather than in.
\nA mouth ready to smile but does not.
\nA quality of the pensive, diffident,
\nmaintained by a profound balance
\nof resignation and hope.<\/p>\n
A charismatic woman, at a wedding,
\nsharing time with me,
\namong tables of relatives and friends.
\nWe shared blood.
\nWatched the people,
\nmostly unknown relatives.
\nHistory can be twice what it is.
\nShe spoke of a long time companion,
\nwho was ill.
\nA man older than she,
\nbut an older understanding inside her.<\/p>\n
She seemed to have lived in another country.
\nSophisticate, classical,
\nwhose language purveyed
\na warm romance in its sounds and meanings.
\nWe visited the evening away,
\nby the lagoon of a bay
\nwith the scent of shore grass and flowers.
\nI enjoyed her rarity,
\nthe unique colors of a personality
\nnot unlike the poetry of a poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Words would only interfere with the woman she is. Her young face is oddly mature. Like a woman who has lived in the same cottage…<\/p>\n