Poem for her 740

Dear Readers,


Thoughts times 2


The flake landed and melted
What to say
What to do
He is here
He will see me
What to say
Kiss his fingers
Kiss his lips
Kiss his future
Kiss him now
You thought a thousand thoughts
Even you don't remember them all
I only saw
Hey she's
And then the rest
The history is here
Laid out in verses
Laid out in memory
Laid out for others to see
Thin feathers of time
Lines poets wrote
Lines of spanning library visits
Lanes the bikes ride
Ridden down memory lane
That road to my front door
There a thread of fine fabric
On porch swing caught
The thread of flowers
Steel paint and held
Out to your hand
The flowers of time
The scents of here and now

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.