Hot Pink

A hot pink rose
nestled in a pot
looked back at me
as I sat in a spot
perfect for holding
the beat of my heart
and perfect for
shifting my worrisome thought

A bit of grass beyond
the porch
made a blanket
of serenity
and called out for my own
equanimity

If I could
I'd take this picture of a
morning time
and carry it with me all through my mind
I'd pull it out now and then
in a desperate effort to relax
to unwind

A sweet little tune of spring time featherlings
leapt from branch to branch
announcing
the time for love
I noticed all this as my
empty side of the bed
entangled the warm sheets
with the muffled sounds
of my lover's snores.

September 2007
Provincetown