A lovely afternoon
would be sitting
with a friend
and reading books
next to a raging fire

Tell me…
What books would you bring?
Stack them here
So I can pick them up
One by one
And read
What delights you

Best friends—
(is this meaning defined
in dictionaries—
a blank term
in my lexicon of life and words)

I would take these afternoons (imaginary)
and remember them, record them
I would take the flowers (imaginary)
and press them in between the pages
and read between the lines, where petals
have long since faded.

Is yellow the color of hope?



January 16, 2018