Precious

Bird

 

Morning sky brushed

with jet line

 

unknown destination.

 

Minutes fly, years tick tock.

Really twenty summers long

 

since you were here?

 

Garden bloom has morphed

to August dust,: but look

 

the peony raises drowsy cheek

to tell me, ’Stay a little longer’’.

 

One more day;

 

Combine in the corn,

that tiny bird enclosed

 

snug in my palm;

minutiae captured

 

in a breath,

 

where time’s fetters fall away

& lifetime’s memory merge

 

in rose’s scent: your smile,

the last look in your eye

 

become for me:  eternal.

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