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

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