Tuesday, June 7, 2005

Trenches

I wish you knew what it was like
to dig dirt
To see your French manicure dulled
by the earth
I wish you could hear what we
think down here
But the only sound you hear
is the jangle at your wrist
of metal upon metal

Posted by ruth at June 07, 2005 01:36 AM

Comments
Ruth, I imagine you as being an archiaologist (don't know if that's the correct spelling) of some sort. Digging, metal to metal...perhaps gold? Anyways' great writing!
Lynn Vasquez
Posted by: Lynn Vasquez on June 7, 2005 05:48 PM