i am thinking of you r.g.
a piano teeth smile
that played the loveliest harmonies.
on days the sun clings to branches
like a needy lover.
clutching the other’s shirt
that rips at the stitching.
i am dreaming of you r.g.
each time i hear a song
whistling through the trees.
i wonder if you found an answer
to the question your grandson asked you
a product of a broken home
held together by loose screws,
are you still courting the muse?
writing poems for her each night?
do you speak of her caked cheeks
colored rose pink
and white hair?
is she still beautiful?
i am praying for you r.g.,
that one day, on an afternoon like this,
the wind will bring me back to you.