reflections at the art museum

Reflections at the art museum

(in memoriam of Yves, a friend)

i see into the white

and i wonder about the last thing you saw

felt

the painter is desolate

the landscape alive

and i see your baseball hat,

omnipresent, protecting you from your future.

or so we thought.

lilies seemingly float on the pond, growing and shrinking

with every day.

they are eternal

eternal

without you here.

 


3 things I’m grateful for:

1. safety

2. a warm home

3. poetry to capture my emotions

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