Through square glass panes
the sun sets crooked shadows
on my fingers and knees.
Light slices that shoot
atop my table are bright
as those swishy skirts
you proudly wore, hemmed
with care to the floor,
skillfully hand sewn
with flat matching buttons.
We loved the old movies,
sat far in the back,
you whispered shush,
deep actor voice.
I hug in the warmth
of our final embrace--
shaded in summer
by persimmon branches,
Careful and measured words
are yet to come,
to console everyone else
who loved you.
the sun sets crooked shadows
on my fingers and knees.
Light slices that shoot
atop my table are bright
as those swishy skirts
you proudly wore, hemmed
with care to the floor,
skillfully hand sewn
with flat matching buttons.
We loved the old movies,
sat far in the back,
you whispered shush,
deep actor voice.
I hug in the warmth
of our final embrace--
shaded in summer
by persimmon branches,
Careful and measured words
are yet to come,
to console everyone else
who loved you.
