Thinking of you.

I hear voices in the dark yard.
sounding like the last day
we sang together,
chirping high sweet songs
filling the grass and trees with
our children of the heart.

You are twirling around.
Words spin like silver sparks
shooting from your fingertips.
Each page
floating up like the flag
of a new country.

I think of you
and you,
and especially of you
walking fast d0wn the street
of your town. Never looking
down but only up.

Knowing today is your day
to gin-rummy, find love,
sew the first doll, write the
next poem, sing a silly song
that leaves us all breathless.
Ah! I can hear ....
You are singing now!