oil on panel, 28"x18"
And when we walked the diesel streets of Santiago and it was dark gray at
sunset and cold buses were roaring we crossed
the wide street hurriedly at the light with everyone else in their black
coats before the traffic came screaming I, in my red coat
knowing not a soul knew who I was, in that big city, or I they with my shoulders
hunched from cold and head low in my red coat and
not a face was a person, just a body crossing, but my husband, whose arm
was hooked in mine, was my love and I realized if I didn't
love him crossing that street with me I wouldn't have existed.
©2006 Carol Buchman