woman in a graveyard

normal, like it or not,
some days get a little rainy, lonely
at odd intervals, i think about
a woman i saw once, drawing a sketch of
a tombstone in a graveyard just outside
of denton. she was most beautiful when her
eyes narrowed on the page and
you could see her charcoal sliding
back and forth and upside down
across thick, sweaty sheets of paper.

i couldn't see her drawing
from where i stood, but i always wondered
how it came out always wondered
if she drew the flowers in or
just the stone itself.

not so unlike how i wonder about everyone's lives.

2004-07-15 | 3:49 p.m.
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