All Times
blue frosting
everywhere
what if we forget
there’s a photograph
somewhere
ages and ages
she’ll share …
if we make it there
will we know
it’s her
lest our minds meander
the broken brick road
may our hearts
beat still
with the rhythm
that defies reason
and gives
us back
a flash
of who
we were
what we
loved
“you, my brown-eyed girl”
TL