I smile at ordinary objects
that remind me of you
with a melancholy smugness.
a violet morning glory electrified by
7am autumn sunshine
beckons memories of a blue one
from a gardened Brooklyn rooftop:
we picked the seeds
with a late-morning laziness;
I felt your bare back
and then stroked your hair.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
I smile at ordinary objects
that remind me of you
with a melancholy smugness.
a violet morning glory electrified by
7am autumn sunshine
beckons memories of a blue one
from a gardened Brooklyn rooftop:
we picked the seeds
with a late-morning laziness;
I felt your bare back
and then stroked your hair.
