Orange Marmalade
You said you got it from your mother. Spread it on your plate. The mango sweet and juicy, Toast a brown with amber flecks And smears of orange marmalade. I had your hand Those days before. We stared into each other, Coffee in two mugs, Our morning meals on inexpensive dishes. I passed your hair and shades Across the sidewalk earlier this evening Saying nothing, All my wishes, Rain that's creeping sideways Finally to fly Clear off the windshield. - 5/19/26