They spotlight those who walk like a dream, with no one waiting in the shadows to palm them back to living. - Lorna Dee Cervantes

She would not be
silent and still.
She would live,
arrogantly,
having wrestled
her death
and won.

In the years that separate,
in the tongues that divide
and conquer, in the love
that was a language
in itself, you never spoke,
never regret. Even
that last morning
I saw you with blood
in your eyes, blood
on your mouth, the blood
pushing out of you
in purple blossoms.

I intended all of that. And this is what I like about this, and drawings like draw, like the gunman. I call this the shoot out, the high noon draw. That was also my intent as well as drawings; draw a bucket back to the cables and the whole idea about drawings…