ROSEMARY

“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember.”

remember me
when you least
expect it
in the scent
of rosemary and
the red of eyelid
closed to the sun
and I will
remember you
scrawled
in cursive on
forearm in the
tender spot
where the sun
never reaches
isn’t that
what we all
want?
the best parts
of us to stay alive
in the hearts of
those we love
our words
remembered
hummed like
lullaby
tasted like
salvation

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BE CONTENT

with sunlight
through kitchen window

the recorded
sounds of violins and wine
from a stemless glass
with a smudge
of lipstick on the rim

understand every gift
at your fingertips
is hard earned
and the loneliness created
that too
is what you invited

be not disappointed
with each gift
you have wrought

in an attempt to surrender,
seclude to kitchen table
ask the weight on
shoulders to retire
enjoy…