Keeping You

I promised you
that morning in your office, legs resting on a desk
we built from a wooden door etched in
hearts & arrows
pink still in your wink,
you had a few months more,

so now I write
inhaling you poem after poem they come and come like
ticker-tape parades, Rapunzel’s hair, Isadora Duncan’s red scarf
waving underneath your cloud
I wait for rain under sun-drenched cumulus
that only pours in echoes.

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