Falling water,
widow's pain,
fondness gone,
her cheek stained.
Images blem,
unbeseeming memory,
til the fog dissipated
and all was clear again.
She was rhythmic
a lyricist belting,
echoing her deep breaths
til she applauded his stay.
Pecan eyes turned psychedelic,
a high low like heat waves.
They'd rise from a new bond,
concrete, in dim days.
-Jg

