another daydream

another daydream

Monday, September 28, 2015


Iota of Time 

After we shared the smoked mackerel,
olive bread, and wild rice we sautéed
with fresh sweet pepper, 
you played your symphony in four parts
- music strung together while caring for your 
failing mother still sporting a crown.
Her tempestuous majesty plays a little too long,
scoring no surprises. But you orchestrate
a chance that the last second, at least the last,
may kindness be her finale. 


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