01
The scent of Caress soap. The color it holds.
Wildflower light.
I miss her blue life. His river eyes,
winter soul. Both of them gone
like expected daylight that never arrives.
02
There is a certain light after thunder
that feels to the eyes
the way saltwater feels dried to skin.
Staring at a heavy rain I dream of Rose's garden
and which lover's leaving hurt the most.
03
Heaven in Hell's Kitchen,
how much of my waiting was for you.
Solitude devoted to itself like
a long sigh after April,
A song razed and never sung again,
played for every lover, a green sea
thrashing excitably,
then forced to be still.
04
like water,
spring's body cannot be held.
it leaves every time at the exact moment
we begin to understand it.
05
hope mistaken for patience,
reborn, almost-felt,
a smile bruised red. at her memory
I take off the jewelry from
my fingers, set them down on a silver plate.
06
frozen, suspended in time as memory...
Memory.
It writhes and escapes your grip when conjured.
This is one way a thing is lost. A barren garden
buried beneath a decade of terrain.
carry on, she used to tell me,
be brave, she'd say,
carry on, I say
in the meadow, before the rain begins
again.
