5 Answers

Tulips with the scent
of hyacinth, so
unexpected each
time I pass, sweetly

The throat’s vibrato,
singing a light phrase
melismatic, and
by chance, staccato.

After salt, tap water
tastes almost sweet, still
like nothing, flavored
with memory more
than with anything.

From the living room,
giggles (cat like tread,
is everybody
here?), the playlist faint
and set on repeat.

Against the white wall
the black angel and
the angel’s shadow,
the edges blurring
and elongated.

4 responses to “5 Answers

  1. These seem like good memories as one contemplates the end of life.

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