CUL-DE-SAC

When I think of you I remember the sound of your voice.

It hesitates and ponders when telling your story and assuredly 

Speaks the Latin names of plants we see on our path.

I remember the first time we touched and I tasted sweat on your mouth

After we finished our walk through the trees and brush

Where a naked sun shone on a trail of dust and rocks.

Where two turkey vultures circled above us like we were dead?

When I think of you I remember what you look like when you smile.

Your gentle glance is framed by hair that’s white like new snow.

And when we’re close I see your breasts through a light top you wore.

My memories grow dimmer as time passes

And now COVID keeps us apart but I keep thinking of you

And remembering your face, and your voice and your smile.

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