For Shiree, in observance of life’s passing
some things are undeniable
like time’s eventual wrinkles
framing our smiles
but that’s not now
now is the insistent itch on my shoulder
a solar flare on my body’s horizon
urging me to offer you
a piece of me us
special
sour sweet spectacular
sad soulful
somehow expressing
gratitude
for your courage
it’s morning
Sun shines through
shuttered windows
hot on our faces
blinding images
swirl
generously descend upon us
move in concert
practicing their choreography
moment to moment
there’s no need to delve into
deeper meaning not now
no regrets in simply saying
friend family sister
© B.Michael Hunter & John Manzon-Santos 1998
