raven hair held by a silver pin something turn of century about the elegant curve of cheek the way she turns easily away her small hand gripping the bright chromium pole a raspberry scarf wound loosely round her neck she will say nothing I will say nothing back as she moves through the door a lovely white boat lifted by a gentle wave gently further out
From Big Spring by Elliot Figman. Copyright © 2003 by Elliot Figman. Reprinted by permission of Four Way Books. All rights reserved.