Recollections
our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing
our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing
freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth
wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace
–
midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window
wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief
–
shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings
kindness costs nothing
but a small smile, a warm heart,
and a bit of love
–
cold pavement
wrapped in the gift
of a warm blanket
clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind
–
absolution
casting bread
upon the water
small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq
–
turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt
aloft and adrift
floating ever so gently
just out of my grasp
–
innocence
tethered
by a string
guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path
–
dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging
dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor
–
breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid