The Brush Stroke


see hear little person
who would brush her time
with a bare stroke
of no importance.
the fire
so long contained
even the other
believed no embers

beautiful Meadow
repeated his words,
“I did not realize
how much
she helped me.”
her having
wrapped her body around his
to stop the shaking
with physical pain
from hell;
validation helped.

she knew
there were many loves
he loved and he gave
he chose her perhaps
nothing in her demur
smelled like jealously.
now he also knows
she refuses to count coupe.

there once was an Indian maid who knew
overcoming/releasing the pain,
the joy is her’s