Lauris Dorothy Edmond
Lauris Dorothy Edmond Poems
- At The Police Station There, she is there. She moves in the ...
- Waterfall I do not ask for youth, nor for delay in the ...
- Late Song It's a still morning, quiet and cloudy the kind of...
- In Position I want to tell you about time, how strangely it ...
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At The Police Station
There, she is there. She moves in the cold September morning
it's hours yet till dawn but she knows neither light nor dark
nor scarcely where she is. A light, a door, stone steps. She walks
straight up them, eyes ahead; her body rigid as she jerks
forward towards the door, the handle, and suddenly the man
behind the desk. He looks up, his breath stops
he sees her tragic bright eyes, he sees the blood, and
how she holds those small white-knuckled hands; he watches
her terrible face. He knows without asking, but he asks.
They are locked already into an ...