|Apr/May 2005 • Poetry • Special Feature|
I thought I saw you
in the overgrown grass
bending to the mower blades.
Verdant tuffs overlapping
was your mustache
sneaking over a thin top lip.
Those carnival eyes so bright,
essential to your moods of persuasion,
roamed the flower beds,
an impudent wink amongst petunia petals.
I thought I saw you in the rain drops
splashing against the stucco swirls
on the garden wall. They were my tears
and the roughness of your unshaven cheeks.
I thought I saw you in every cloud
hanging from a blue balcony
but I was wrong.
The simple nature of things was never you.