Long legs folded in wrinkled gabardine
confused by a longing
for steamed rolls on a train.
Remembering mimosas by the waterfront.
Remembering the glint of water in her eye.
Remembering ribbons of light through blinds.
The days of smart youth
when we were shiny and tightly packed;
we are looser now, with softer creases.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: