Friday, August 27, 2010

Last Act by S. J. Williams


The moon waits for death
shining through my window,
across my bare legs,
cleansing me with a silver glow.

I'm almost ready.
Washed the little cotton curtains
in the bathtub.

I'll let them dry in the sunrise,
hang them as my last act.
Closing them
so I can't see the rest of the day.


(C) Stephen Jarrell Williams



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

In a word, bleak. But bleak is all there is sometimes.