Reminds
 
 
Her nightgown on my closet door, 
sleeveless, hangs like tamarind, 
awaits a wind for rustling. 
 
This green silky thought slips 
from a desert mind 
like the story of rain. 
 
Long reaches of night draped 
behind a closing door, 
to press against my coat. 
 
 
 
3/2001