They carved you a monument black, glossy, light bouncing stone now reflecting that brilliant sun. There you are keeping company in a field of pioneers.…
I wake late in the nucleus of summer purple coneflowers with coppery spikes gleaming swaying in a solstice dance I have climbed through the brambles…
Sanding years of varnish off the old surface there discarding days of firsts 1920s wedded bliss sifted through the baseboard moulding their time now done,…