Vivian Maier

the porch

I won't knock
I know you can hear me
I'll just wait here
on the porch
because then you're still near me

broken leaves lie patiently
await the waking wind
then dance in the skies
take a bow for our lies
paint blame in golden red

I watched you
I waited
it was you who instigated
this meeting
on the porch

my reflection against your shoulder
through a broken window pane
a hundred sun lit finger prints
reach out to your bent frame

and so we search
for answers
in our frayed, blue carpet