Perched with pretzel legs
favorite earthen cup by her side,
She’s embraced by her lover’s sweater.
A gold beam grazes the top of the birch trees.
Glitter dances its way across the water,
To kiss the top of her head.
A slow, deep drum–
A funeral dirge.
No one has died;
But everyone is gone.
Labrador’s tongue laps;
An insatiable thirst.
Crisp dollar bills hang on the breeze–
Some fall and tumble,
Rolling like distant applause
A teakettle fretting.
A dumpling dropping into soup.
Cotton sheets snap in the wind.
A wooden rocker softly whimpers,
Slow and steady–
It’s joints aching.