she moved

she waited long
she waited late
she waited past
an extended date

she gave it all
she had to give
she left a note
I've gone to live

past the last lane
on the highway
down the hollow
cross the creek

where the sun
shines so early
and the fish
nap in the creek

where the fence
meets the road
and the mailbox
might be filled

when you decide
you might write
or come find me
before a fortnight

she waited long
she waited late
to wait no longer
she's cuttin' bait

(c) 2003 Maggie Mink
aka Rennie Lorca