Default mode is quiet Thoughtful. Often mistsken for aloof.
But I’ve seen glimpses, Crackle campfire flames, wisdom behind frames.
Old soul remembering Everything today forgot.
Intermittent expressions of Vitality, torture, and love.
And today as she rests I send a few texts Fanning fiery memories.
I know she smiles when she reads These casual truths: pretty ****, Show-stopping smile and eyes.
As time goes by, Timing remains awry But she’ll always Reside in my mind.
Portland, OR @ MoMo's for Happy Hour. Well, actually this poem started at home, took a trip to the Apple store, then resolve itself over Miller High Life and my inconveniently placed charger.