for Linda
In another world, I nap by your side.
My desire is that simple.
Our overpriced bonsai kits,
finally unwrapped.
Lately, my head has been a fog
of paper cranes. I fold
and fold, waiting
for the birds to bring me back
pruned lights in tiny hourglasses,
so that I can feel the days move.
Hey, I miss you.
Remember when your mom
called your hair embarrassing?
The tips, dyed blue
like lantern berries at night,
whisked the mist into relief.
You once told me some plants
bloom away from the light.
