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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