(This is the second in a series of three poems for the winners of the Sunday Quiz. Today's poem is for Lynn, who sent me two striking photographs and asked me to write to the one that spoke to me most. Well, Lynn, they both spoke so clearly, I couldn't choose. Here is your poem.)
I was a long way from home.
The season was changing.
With every rustle of the breeze,
I grew older.
They met for dusky assignations,
Emptying into each other
Only in passing.
What was left was
A dog's ass,
A statue without ears, listening,
And a gorgeous hard city that held my tears.