Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...
All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...
pirouetting, dancing
skating through thin ice...
Bear Pooh,
I once saw a meme...
like midnight saturated with shadows,
like when you taste the rain in the air...
we lived for ourselves not false gods
butterscotch throats and blackberry knees...
I walk with a limp I never knew I had,
cheeks peppered with rosemary and...
You roots run deep,
yet the soil is soft...
You sang
only for me...
but then
even my Daisies sprouted thorns...
Hysterical laughter can be heard
within an old Oak tree...
You were so slapstick it was
tragic...