A LINE
for Jo
A cloud came over her;
gun-metal and leaden
when she saw the red
line in the circle but an
empty square. A cloud came
over her, dripping its empty
bulk, a hulk of a thing. Drawing
what seemed like the ery
light from around her, she
moved as if oceans were
about to annoint her. And
in the hours since the line
in the square never came,
it rained. A gentle drip on
the window from the grey.
