te busco en los libros,
en las fotos,
en los rincones de mi alma,
te fuistes sin decir adios—
y hasta el dia de hoy,
te busco
in English:
I look for you in books,
in photographs,
in the corners of my soul,
you left without saying goodbye—
and even today,
I look for you
Almost anything that caught her wandering eye, Mother gathered and brought indoors. In bottles, tea pots, dishes, and jugs, in anything old or beautiful, she’d put roses, beech-boughs, parsley, hellebore, garlic, cornstalks, and rhubarb.
from Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee, 1959
on iron doors
and gilded mirrors,
around her blue eyes
and her soft, rounded hips,
on mercury glass
and cracked porcelain jugs,
on her dreams
and what she once thought of as
destiny
old bottles
wishes
tea cups
and
words
creamers
marbles
and
thoughts
afternoon winter skies
atlas jars
small aquamarine on a silver chain
a plastic bottlecap in the woods
and the memory of your tender blue eyes
tea with friends
thoughts of miro
sunny afternoons
colored pencils tied with twine
book sale at the library
shards of distant memories
kisses from the pup
this book: The Alienist by Caleb Carr and
this movie: Loving Vincent
the sound of a page turning
ceramic creamers
silver glitter
coffee on a cold morning
ice in a glass
handwritten letters in the mail
snow in january and in february
beads and bangles
green on a grey winter day
the space between night and morning
these words: zephyr, qi & jezebel
bottles in wooden bowls
toy trunks and 50’s cowboys
small coffee creamers in a line
old shelves freshly painted
corbels with chipping paint
white buttons in glass containers
riding bikes with banana seats covered in cereal box stickers
dolls with growing hair
riding in the back of truck beds
barking dogs chasing cars
clove cigarettes
pool tables and pin ball games in basements
1970 Ford Torino
fireworks in fields
bus rides to town and hot dogs for lunch
