Friday, February 24, 2023

Guardian


 of light, of rug, of family's weathered footsteps.  

1 comment:

  1. particle theory 4 (matinees)

    all the balloons have been packed away
    and the heavy air keeps her thinking
    a man once called her sweet names
    out among the blossoms
    the water fountain working
    by his side

    I held onto your hand
    in last night's sweaty dream
    in which I flew
    but told no one I could
    & then I saw you at the corner
    ready for our walk

    That time we drove around the city
    and found a perfect bench
    the pond was quiet as if
    no birds had been there yet
    we sat for just a moment --
    you said you wanted something?

    I saw your favorite raincoat
    in the hallway by the door
    it hadn't rained for ages
    so where do you go that morning?
    spring was late, we said at dinner
    as we ate your delicious soup

    ReplyDelete