my eyes play tricks
the little girl
with the whisper voice
between the trees
my friend
passing
a bride
in the wind
her dandelion
kisses
whispering
the empty banquet room
two chairs dance
the first dance
the last
vapors
white lace
netting the dead
leaves
in the wake
of the gauzy bridal veil
an oak
threw twigs
like chicken bones
the flower children gnawed
them to the quick
shorter days
light shifts
lingering on mums
the undertaker
works overtime
eternal rest
the weeds remember
her tenderness
the way she let them live
October chill
her touch in the garden
long dead
Written with Jennifer Savage
Copyright By Reka Jellema & Jennifer Savage
October 27, 2014