Have you ever seen ‘La Vie en Rose?’
The little sparrow runs from room to room
weeping for the dead love of her life.

Every cloud has a silver lining
and who cares about cancer when there’s music to consider?

                  Someone’s noisily nibbling nachos and scrunching sweet wrappers nearby.

No movies for us in a Cadillac at the big chill;
instead we watched the world slip past as we sat still.

The lake in the valley, sun drenched skin,
we lay, bellies to earth on soft grass.

A whisker as white as snow pushes through your chin demanding to be known,
I am in love with this hair.

I felt you might die too and I’d run from room to room
calling your name and you would not come.

The price of popcorn increases.