Courtesy of Chuck Moser/Flickr (CC BY 2.0).
Woke with your name knocking
the light of my teeth.
Our love years distant now,
still there are things
I thought you should see.
Mountain laurel giving itself
the kiss of my skin—a blush chested robin
on a tree stump’s round head. Smooth-leaved
rhododendron piling down thick the narrow steeps
of the Youghiogheny River.
I thought I could bring you back
through image. Push love into me
and make nice.
But what keeps of me here?
What is a marvel while I still sit
wanting you.