Wrapped Days
My #11 for National Poetry Month
i wrap these days
in tissues of yellow and blue,
pale spring,
a movement between taped edges,
placing them between pages of verse
outlined in charcoal.
these seem the best of them,
to be pulled out and
savored by a me who doesn't exist yet.
carefully wrapping them,
i hope their colors stay true
in my memory,
but i know from other days
that they will blur
and only the random bits will be there upon opening.
a bit of braid on the sun,
a smile,
a shirt on the doorknob.
the best of them,
and i smile.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
PS. I have 5 more days before my show opens. A little tired, but will catch up soon I hope
