Thursday, November 8, 2012

There Should Be

There should be a term

For that triangle of skirt

Revealed between coat openings

When you’re seated.

There should be a name

For the bird that lags behind

The rest of the flock

On cloud-filled fall days.

There should be a word

For the feeling in my stomach

As I wait on your front porch

For the door to open.

There should be something

That properly describes

The weight of your hand in mine.