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?
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January 16, 2018