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.