i thought of you today
while driving north
on highway four-forty-one…
green trees a blur
past open windows,
the radio blasting “paint
it, black” while gray skies
made love
to the distant horizon.
the faint scent of rain
perfumed august air, just
how you liked it…
dancing barefoot on our lawn
until summer sun-showers
washed you clean,
your linen dress clinging
tightly
to sacred geometry.
but that was five years
ago, the contours
of your face
a fading memory
impossible to contain…
when i thought of you today.
